My one neighbor from New Orleans had been opening up to me about her anxiety after living through Hurricane Katrina when we hung out the other month, so the next time I saw her, I gently brought up with her what she had said to me, to just let her know that she had been heard and to let her know that always has someone to talk to.
"It's not that bad," she was like, "It just comes and goes, and sometimes something just triggers it."
Oddly enough, she said, one of those times was when her beat-up car that she really liked got towed by the city.
"It was like this feeling, that every time that I have something I like, it just gets taken away from me," she said.
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