I think sometimes things go back to an abusive childhood, sometimes not.

I was just born quite sensitive, so it didn't take more than normal life to have me anxious. And knowing I am like that basically never really helped me. I had a pretty stable home as a child, I had an elder sibling that was pretty much a rock, parents that were not abusive and back then, three live grandparents whom I had contact with and cared about, and they cared about me. I had no one treating me bad until maybe 8th to 9th grade where I was picked on. But my anxiety showed as early as at 6 years old. Even before that I could have meltdowns over so called minor things.

My root is... this is how my brain works. No therapy in the world will change that. Actually, living so long with anxiety have made me create coping methods from very early age that are probably a lot more advanced than used in therapy. Now I take meds for anxiety and while it's not fun to take pills, rather that than suffering.