It really scares me.
I should be happy. Why am I not happy?
On paper everything sounds perfect. In reality, I cannot shake this anxious pit in my stomach.
I hate being truthful about it because I don’t want to seem ungrateful. I know how lucky I am. Anxiety is not logical, though. There doesn’t need to be a reason or a rhyme. Sometimes you just have to deal with the quakes as they come.