On The Left Side of Things

First off, sorry that I haven't posted in a while. I haven't really had any ideas about what to post and I've had things to do these past two weeks.  For as long as I can really remember, I've had issues with anxiety in one form or another. When I was little, I would worry that my parents had died when they had left the house and been gone for longer than I had expected. I would worry about nearly every aspect of myself and whether people would want to be my friend or not. I was insecure and anxious at a very young age, and now that I'm 17 and living in the worst year ever, there are more real things to be anxious about than ever before, so I'm even more anxious about the things that I don't need to worry about as well. Since March 19, I've left my house probably around five times, maybe slightly more than that. All the hours spent in my house have been filled with worry: about the pandemic, about school, about politics, about whatever else I can find it...