The Anxiety Epidemic
Why anxiety is killing us, and how to draw the line
Everywhere you turn these days, someone’s freaking out about something.
Your coworker’s having a meltdown over a looming deadline.
Your friend’s spiraling because their Tinder date ghosted them.
Your grandma’s convinced the world’s going to end because she read some crap on Facebook and now she thinks the deep state is listening to her WhatsApp calls.
And if you’re honest about it, you’re probably anxious as hell too.
God knows I am.
We’re worried about job security, or relationships, or the fact that you’re 30 and still don’t know what the fuck a 401(k) is. (Spoiler alert: It’s just a fancy savings account that you’ll probably raid before retirement anyway.)
We’re worried that the world is on fire and we only have a single, leaking bucket, and nobody else is going to step up to put it out but us.
But in reality, we’ve got it pretty good, objectively speaking.
We live longer, we’re healthier, we have more opportunities than ever before. And yet, we’re all walking around one cracked phone screen away from a total nervous breakdown.
