No matter what I do or take (xanax), anxiety plagues me wherever I am. I have to talk myself down even when I go to Walmart. Most of the time, when I get close to checking out, I put everything for me back. Anything I like, food, magazines etc. Maybe I get "Walmart anxiety" because I know I should buy myself something but feel I dont deserve it. But then again, "it" follows me home like the old cartoon with the gray cloud of rain follows some character around.