Anxiety secretly loves you (and the truth about the future).
Imagine you’re going to a party. Just as you step through the door you are grabbed by Mary. She wants to tell you all about it, all the problems, all the things to worry about. She gets on to politics or the latest thing to concern oneself about in the news and she’s having a field day, bending your ear. Moving on, she drops a critical comment about the clothes you’re wearing, or perhaps tells you who to talk to, who not to. Finally you politely extricate yourself from Mary,