I admit to be being a worrier. I worry about finances, bills, my son’s happiness, my job, my weight, my family, things that may happen in the future, things that won’t happen, and the environment.
It doesn’t provide me anything to worry, except for a diagnosis for “extreme anxiety” and a prescription for Cloneazapam for the occasional panic attacks that I get.
So it was interesting to read in Macleans that there are a lot of opinions about anxiety and worrying, and what’s the line between an actual disorder and the everyday challenges of modern life. Worrying anticipates possible dangers. Coping plans for them. And it’s always going to be a challenge to know the difference between the two.