I worry about everything.
Even though I know I worry too much, I can’t help it. I am a worrier. Always have been, always will be.
I worry and worry and worry. Sometimes to the point where it’s unhealthy.
Let me throw out a random, somewhat trivial example. Every time I send an email and don’t get a response, I worry that the receiver hasn’t gotten my email. Unfortunately, people tend to read my emails but for some reason, choose not to reply to them. (Thanks a lot. I wish you knew how stressed out this makes me feel.) I worry until I can somehow confirm they have indeed received my message.
It seems like all I ever do is worry.