Anxiety doesn't let me bank on what I'm good at. The series of "what ifs" has rooted the anxiety in me, firmly. What if the intensity of my "what ifs" grow deeper and I begin to seek reasons for all my outcomes that are fortunate? The notoriously slow remedies might ruin me beyond repair. It's a destined destiny now. Only if I travel to the predicted broken station, I can be sane in the insane journey.