I’m sorry to hear you’re struggling. I’m sorry there’s no magic cure, I’ve been anxious my whole life but when the pandemic hit and navigating Covid through my intense job, I began drowning in a million “what if’s” and “so what’s.” What if get into a car accident and Jill someone? So what’s the point of life if everyone I know will die? Etc. Some days are harder than others. On those days, I smoke a little weed and get a massage or write a story. My new dog helps me a lot. I think I’ve come to accept I can’t run away from my thoughts, but I can live through them. For every bad what if, I force myself to have a good what if? What if today will be the happiest day of my life? What if today I fall in love? What if today is the first day where I find a miracle? I think taking it day by day, moment by moment, thinking of the good just as much as we think of the bad. I also know how much easier said than done, and I hope you know that you’re not alone.