I want to talk about something. Something that's been bothering me for a while, now, but came to a head today morning. And if I happen to mention it anywhere, I'm just met with looks of incomprehension, or glances full of pity.

I think I struggle — a whole lot — with (wild, untameable, crippling) anxiety. And this is where anxiety differentiates itself from mere worry. (Clinically undiagnosed, but I know, intuitively, that something is not right…and hasn’t been so for quite a while, now. I can no longer pretend that it’s a…