So basically, anxiety has taken a huge role in my life and used to totally control it. I’d be fretting about whatever it was day in and day out. Eventually, after a particularly bad attack, I kind of had a long introspection about myself and realized everyone, no matter what choices they make, doesn’t make it off earth alive. I know it sounds obvious, but for me it was somewhat eye opening that no matter what I do, it’ll end the same way as everyone else. Now when an attack happens, and believe me it still does, it is almost a sobering prayer to acknowledge my own fleeting mortality. I’m kinda posting this to ask if you guys think this is healthy because at glance it could be taken wrong.