Currently reading Daniel Smith’s Monkey Mind: A Memoir of Anxiety. I don’t personally suffer from anxiety, but I know plenty of people who do, and for that reason the book really strikes a chord with me. Anxiety as not just a disorder but as an everpresent ‘thing’ and something a ton of people suffer from just the thought of. It’s like a vicious cycle of impending doom, it seems like. :/ Just some thoughts.