When I was a little girl, living on the central coast of New South Wales, Australia, I remember laying on our patio sunbathing in my sarong. The song We Are the Worldblasted out of the boombox and throughout our two-story house.
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After a few minutes the driver speaks. “What’s anxiety?”
I think about it for a moment. “Well, for me, when I’m experiencing it, it feels like a constant motor running within. When I’m anxious, my fear dictates everything. It feels like I am waiting for something really bad to happen, even if there is no real danger in sight. You know?”
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