Anxious. I'm a sophomore in college. I have a 3.0. I am in the nursing program. I have a wonderful boyfriend. I am generous. I am kind. I am smart. I am of average height and weight. I have dirty blonde hair. I seem happy; for the most part. .. well i struggle with anxiety. My therapists think im fine, because i cannot find the words to explain to them that i am afraid of the world, i am afraid of living here knowing that it will eventually come to an end, thinking about the meaning of life and just the universe itself immediately sends me into a state of panic, yes i fear living but i fear dying so much more. I confess that while everyone thinks im getting better, and that these changes i have made are making me better.. inside i feel so much worse and i wish i could be happy for once.