If you’ve ever rehearsed how to ask for extra napkins at a restaurant or sweated bullets over typing «thank you» versus «thanks» in an email, congratulations, you’re one of us.

Anxiety is just a gift that keeps on giving, isn’t it? And by gift, I mean an unevenly wrapped package of nonstop overanalyzing, random spirals of dread, and the inability to relax even when everything’s fine. 

How do I know it’s fine you ask? I don’t. It’s probably not fine actually. And it’s likely gonna get worse. What’s gonna get worse? Every aspect of my being. Nah, it’s gonna be fine. Maybe, prolly not though. Fun!  

So, before you move on to your next round of Googling «Am I dying, or is this just normal stress?» let’s take a moment to laugh at ourselves. Look at it as a memethrapy session, here to remind you that no one has it all together. I for example don’t even have some of it together.