I’ve always heard of anxieties. Anxiety attacks. Anxiety holding you back, etc, etc. I would roll my eyes.
Anxiety has almost been glamorized. I have anxiety but I hold strong. I’m a survivor.
I think the truth is, someone with anxiety won’t admit it.
A few weeks ago, my pastor preached a message on anxiety. He asked the congregation to raise their hand if they struggle with anxiety. I thought it was a joke.