Anxiety feels like you drank too much coffee on an empty stomach. It feels like you see the world coming to an end but you cannot quite pinpont the exact date.
It doesn’t matter if you have a good life, a lovely family, supportive friends, a good job, a beautiful house. Doesn’t matter. Something will eventually eat your soul.
Anxiety is something rotten inside you. For me, it’s nothing. It’s a little bug that will get squashed by my wrath. I’m just using my anxiety to exercise my English. That’s that.