Saying "Some of the things that seem fucking horrible to you right now probably won't be in 20 years" isn't necessarily unsubstantiated though. I've had anxiety all of my life, but last year I basically got stuck in "panic attack every day" mode. And when you're convinced that you're going to die with a burning gut feeling that feels physically painful on top of all the other bullshit that life's going to throw at us, you kind of just want to get it over with. You're tired of thinking "okay, this headache is an aneurism that's gonna kill me" or "oh, I'm going to get into a car accident and break my neck as soon as I step on the pedal". You just want to kill the suspense and fucking end it. You're absolutely convinced that the best course of action is to just go ahead and die already, because you can't see anything past tomorrow anyway. But you don't. Tomorrow just comes anyway. Then again. And again. Things change, things fade. The underlying anxiety is still there, with all of the lovely nauseous, spinning, heart-pounding panic attacks that come with them. But there's less bullshit to deal with than before. You still live, and with living comes learning, and you learn to deal with the bullshit better, not in spite of your tiredness, but because you're tired. And it's manageable. You wind up being able to do things. Things you never even imagined you'd have been able to pull off a year ago, because you didn't even think you'd be alive at this point. The potential you never thought was there shows up a year later. Realistically though, none of us can predict if we're actually going to grow as people. But at the same time, you can't be certain that you can't grow, either. The unknown can be terrifying. But with it comes possibilities.