The problem is people, is not that my job can be stressful, or that I still wish I would find love, or the way I miss my family, or the fact I have to find somewhere new to live.
None of those things is the 'problem'.
The problem is my anxiety and how I react to life's little uncertainties. The lurch in my insides, the panic seizing me around my neck and my heart beating out of my chest. It's panic, I suppose. This anxiety is a bit of a worry really.