If something made me anxious, like going to a crowded mall, I wouldn’t go.
All the while she becomes certain I messed everything up and describes what I should have done instead.
Even though we try to reality check, we not only think of the worst case scenario, but we genuinely believe that the worst case scenario will, even must, happen.
As anxious people, we know logically that we (more often than not) have no reason to be anxious.
Anxiety and Depression like to tag along from time to time.
Anxiety likes to stop me mid-story to proclaim I’m being weird and no one really cares about the books I find inspiring or that time I jumped out of a plane.