Doctors have several solutions for anxiety, none of them particularly inviting. Meditation, Medication, more sleep, a better diet, less partying, less TV. "Normalize," they always say, like being a twenty-three year old unemployed unsuccessful writer is something I can just switch off. Part of the problem is that I'm supposed to feel anxiety. Good writing doesn't come from relaxation. You don't get good memories from 8 hours of sleep or fruits and vegetables.
I thought I was completely SOL, and was just settling down for a long and unhappy life of Woody Allenesque agoraphobia combined with a deepening Hemingwayesque sense of despaire (and if there is one thing you don't want to esque, it's Hemingway), when, on whim, I google-imaged "Third Man Wallpaper" and came up with this:

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