I worry! Every. Single. Day.

I worry about my social media addiction, about the fact that I’ve read once books like a maniac, but hardly read any books at all now. I worry about Fake News and racists on the internet and about ignorance on the streets and fascists in the government. I worry about hot summers and warm winters. I worry about the future of my young nephews. I’m worried about war. I’m worried for the world and thus for the whole of humanity.

I’m fine! My life is good. I don’t have panic attacks. But there is always this slight worry in my mind and if I think about it, it gets bigger.

Others recommend a social media detox. That’s a start. Chill a bit. Relax. Enjoy the spring. Maybe learn a new thing, get a new hobby, like cycling or cooking. And then maybe, start doing something about the things you can change. I’ve learned a new phrase this week, it’s „productive restlessness“. You can’t do anything about world war 3, but maybe you can change other things.

And please, don’t allow others to take advantage over you, using your fear. Don’t buy a nuclear bunker for your garden if you can’t afford it, please don’t start believing in crazy conspiracy myths and tell the tankies to go to hell, when they try to tell you that you should vote for trump if you want peace.

A fellow worrier.