This is for those of us with parents (bless their hearts and I’m past the blaming part, thankfully) who didn’t do so well to reassure us as kids and coupled with a genetic predisposition deep into our roots of our family trees, doesn’t it feel like we have it doubly hard to cope with ordinary, everyday happenings? I sure do. I’m a continual work in progress with this and it takes a lot of courage and hard work to manage. I believe I’ve progressed pretty healthily but still noting that anxiety is part of my hardwiring. Your thoughts and experiences?