This is what gets me...considering life, that we're out here on this planet in space, live for a brief while and then disintegrate (not to mention all the hideous other stuff that is a part of this planet)...well, the sane thing is to have anxiety, no? At least for the overwhelming majority of us, that is.
The "crazy" thing is psychiatry, psychology, the minister, the guy down the street saying this anxiety is nuts. What?

Here's what I think may be happening...

Evolution has set up the brain chemicals in such a way that we have can have Super Bowls and think about designer jeans and etc. while we're living this reality of being on planet in space, being in a real sci fi movie. Brain chemicals set up to make us not care that we're going to disintegrate in relatively short time, for example (relative when one considers that the earth is billions....billions...!...of years old).

For those of us with anxiety, though, those "fairy tale"
brain chemicals (good for survival of the species) setup get messed up and some of can then see the gremlin on the airplane wing (remember that Twilight Zone episode?). So, we have to survive and for most of us that means trying to get our brain chemicals back to that "Stepford Wives" kinda sorta deal via usually inadequate pharm drugs.

Some call it an existential crisis. Sh**, if so, why did it happen to me? Why couldn't I have stayed in the same "How nice" mode I was in when I read Becker back in my college days...why did I 40 yrs later suddenly without warning get what he was saying? Ignorance is indeed bliss.