Fabulously Neurotic: A Millennial's Experience

Anxiety is like a third wheel in every relationship I have. Romantic relationships, friendships, work relationships. Even casual encounters with strangers on the wrong day at the wrong time in the wrong situation, which have no relationship except a casual, passing relationship of time and space and circumstance. It's a strain on those around me. My coworkers refer to me as "intense but wonderful". My husband refers to me as "sweet as long as everything has a plan but hopelessly incapable of adapting in case of catastrophe". My friends introduce me as "my friend Chanel: don't touch her". People who have had those negative encounters with me in passing likely remember me as "that crazy bitch that got in my Karen business". I've never seen my doctors' notes on me, but I imagine they say things like "Lord, this girl" and "we gave this girl rabies treatments and she still worries about rabies sometimes: what more can we