Anxiety. At it's worst.

Feeling comfortable. That’s my goal. Much more so. Than feeling happy. Actually, I can be unhappy. In the doldrums, so to speak. And still feel comfortable. Because I’m dealing. Effectively. With a difficult situation. Gives me a sense. Of getting somewhere.  By relieving my anxiety. Yes, for me. Anxiety is the bugaboo. The curse of life. The unwanted intruder. Easing or controlling my anxieties. Would go a long way. In setting me free. Especially if I do it. On my own. My mind is always working. Maybe far too much. By unleashing my imagination. In negative, anxiety-inducing ways. Imagining worst case scenarios.  Thus the feeling of discomfort.  I know it doesn’t have to be this way.  But still it is. I’m caught in a trap. And I can’t get out. That’s anxiety. At it’s worst. --Jim Broede