Anxiety doesn’t care about how happy we are or what is going on in our lives. It is always there. No matter what we do, no matter where we are, and no matter who we are with, it can happen at any moment. The fear. The shaking. The images that cross our mind at lightning speed. The panic. The twirling of our hair. The need for more oxygen. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
It means wanting everything to be perfect, but having trouble finding the motivation to give it your all. It means knowing you can, and probably should, accomplish a task relatively quickly, but something stops you dead in your tracks. The dreadful feeling is underneath your skin, weaving its way throughout every corner of you.
You joke about needing to be busy to be happy.