Picture this it’s 12:08 am when you are holding a plate of fig stems. You are hit with waves of fright like the ocean revealing miles of shoreline before an eventual tsunami. Next thing you know you are laying flat stanley style on the concrete floor of your balcony. I am an adult now. I don’t mean this in an ironic, #adulting way. No genuinely the thought of having no parental support and finding a job is horrifying. How do people deal with this, how can I stop the future from seeming so large, looming and overwhelming?