i wonder how anxious are other people. in this particular time. in their lifetime. it seems i was born with anxiety about living and born into an anxious family. mom was anxious about dad, i was anxious about mom and dad, before i saw much of the world. i stepped into the outside world from an anxious house.
it seems to me we're in a world of anxiety, but i wonder how other people feel. those whose lives are threatened each day. i have to think of my anxiety, how i can make peace with it in the anxious world. my own anxiety, in my own skin is threatening. i want love and i want peace but how. does my anxiety push other people away?