I used to think my anxiety was a sign that I was deeply, profoundly wrong about everything. Like the universe was trying to course-correct me, and failing. The mental gymnastics of trying to decipher 'am I anxious, or is this a REAL PROBLEM I need to address' could power a small city. Now I mostly assume I'm anxious and then wait a week to see if the problem goes away on its own, and honestly? It usually does.