I’m Scared Most of the Time

Generalized Anxiety Disorder is so… generalized.

Nowhere is truly safe. It’s just a matter of which kinds of danger you’re willing to put up with.

At home? House fires. Like 2,000 Americans experience a house fire each year. That’s not many, you’re thinking. How likely is it to happen to you?

Well, it has to happen to someone. Why not me?

Home could also be carbon monoxide. It could be intruders. It could be falling out the window because these old windows are flimsy as hell and if you leaned against one, you’d probably plummet straight from the top floor of this apartment building to the concrete below.

Out in the world? Oh my. Car accidents. Road rage that turns violent (why else would I be this nice to my fellow drivers!?). Shootings. Floods. Tornadoes. Various acts of terrorism. Various acts of God. Nukes??? Not to mention all the things that can go wrong in crowds! Theft! Crushes! Stabbings!

That doesn’t even include every bad thing that could happen to those I love while I’m safe.

The problem with anxiety is that it’s so rational.

These events could happen to anyone at any time. Sure, they’re unlikely to happen to me…