Anxiety is love’s greatest killer.
It makes others feel as you might when a drowning person holds on to you.
You want to save that person, but you know he or she will strangle you with his or her panic.
Very true. Anais Nin wrote this in 1947. It is still apt in 2015. We get anxious all the time even though we know better. Some days are easier than others. Some days we are more in control. The days when the moon is not full. Other days, when it is, we can’t help ourselves when we twist and turn in angst over another.