Another painful day of anxiety. And the effects, of it, range from silent crying to freaked-out scenes in public places to even assaults. Day after painful day after day. Oh, maybe I should clarify. I’m not talkin’ about me. Good heavens, no! I trust that Jesus Christ loves me and that He’ll never leave me nor forsake me. So, I’m covered by the Creator and source of Life. No anxiety here in Funderland. Well, I might get a little anxious if the power goes out while I’m writing this. But even then, I have a backup. The anxiety I described is posted thousands, maybe even millions, of times a day on social media. For example, I’m gonna copy and paste 6 posts off X (formerly Twitter). And there are so many more I couldn’t go through them all if I spent my whole day scrolling. But here’s the 6 samples: ~ I wonder if I’m the same. I had a kind of psychotic breakdown from anxiety and have been on drugs for eight years and feel worse not better ~ Some members of this generation will film themselves crying in the car over social anxiety. It’s all in their heads. Reopen the asylums. ~ Are we too soft on our kids? What’s happening with teen anxiety? Why are so many boys taking medication for ADHD? ~ I don’t like this. I feel like I’m overwhelming her with my anxiety, my unexplainable fear of her doing indecent things behind my back. And I’m fighting my own thoughts. She’s truly a good girl. And I’m the crazy one. I’m afraid that i might push her away with my neediness. ~ A man in the video posted a flag on a facebook post and the UK police showed up to arrest him for causing “gross offense with a menacing character which caused someone anxiety.” ~ Intelligence without courage leads to anxiety because you will spend your time overthinking instead of acting, taking risks, improving your life. The 6th one mentioned an interesting cause. There were also lots of people who showed their concern that most anxiety happens because people are self-focused instead of nurturing a relationship with God. Yeah, I’ve mentioned that right here on my humble, little website, too. And I found another hashtag post that simply stated a cure: Action Alleviates Anxiety I like that one. A lot. In fact, it reminds me of a time, back in 1990, when a particularly tough migraine hit me. I can take a lot of pain. But that painful day was more challenging than usual. So, I wrote a song about it. And I used some indignantly angry personification. Your results might vary… Mister Pain He’ll come and jump into your arms. He’ll stay and try to steal your heart. And he’ll push and make you say his name. He’ll shove ’cause he makes force an art. He’s tough. he turns you inside out. He’s mean; he means to have it all. And he’ll push and make you scream his name. He’ll shove, but don’t you ever fall… For Mister Pain…he can be seen through. Mister Pain…you can be mean to Mister Pain…leave me alone. Oh, oh, oh Mister Pain…he can be lied to. Mister Pain…least that’s what I’d do. Mister Pain…leave me alone. He’ll smile and stab you in the back. He’ll pound when he’s inside your head. And he’ll grab and pull you to your knees. He’ll yell, but you yell back instead. Yell back at… Repeat chorus (bridge) You’ve got a reason to live, A reason to be in this place. Take all the pain he can give, And throw it right back in his face Instrumental…repeat chorus to end © 1990 Tony Funderburk Maybe you don’t know me well enough to buy something from me, yet. Ok,