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An Attempt to Explain Anxiety

I'm going to attempt to explain anxiety: pretend you like flowers, you like roses and daisies. They both are beautiful and you plant them in your garden. You have a dog and you love him very much. You spent 10 hours planting the flowers. You let your dog out to potty and then he sniffs the flowers. Pees on a shepherd's hook and comes inside. All you could think about was the damn flowers getting peed on as he sniffed them. Then you sigh in relief as he pees on the shepherd's hook. Fast forward to lying in bed. An hour of sleep passes and you wake up in a cold sweat from dreaming your dog, that you love, dug up the flowers. Somewhere between sniffing, worrying about the flowers getting peed on and the ultimate worst thing that could happen to expensive flowers. You wake up thinking about your damn flowers and run downstairs to see if they're okay. Nothing happened to the flowers but sometimes one thought about how something could happen spirals out of control. It's nothing we did or the dog did. That's just a silly example but it really happens to people. School and work become too much and we overthink one incident at work then if the whole time at work was bad, the world will end.
Some of you are rockstars for being friends to those who have anxiety in any range. It's not easy to calm down all the time but real life isn't always logical and rational for everyone and sometimes we just need to get a paper bag and tell them to breathe.

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