Anxiety is a tough thing. When you live with persistent anxiety, your life becomes a perpetual series of what-ifs.
What if I lose my job? What if I catch COVID? What if my kids fall behind in school? What if a vaccine is never found? What if the status quo returns after these protests? What if Trump loses and refuses to cede his office? What if the military kills Americans for legally protesting?
It’s one thing to have thoughts like this. It’s another thing entirely to have these thoughts cycle through your head constantly like a record on repeat. There’s no off button, and every new crisis adds an extra track to the record.
This is all to say that 2020 has done a number on my brain. I used to think I had it bad. Truth is, I took my mundane, garden-variety anxiety for granted.