Much ado

To quote from William Shakespeare (what, I contradict myself about quoting from wise people? Very well, then I contradict myself):

In sooth, I know not why I am so sad:
It wearies me; you say it wearies you;
But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
What stuff \’tis made of, whereof it is born,
I am to learn;
And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
That I have much ado to know myself.

(Antonio, opening words of \”Merchant of Venice\”).

I find it hard to imagine a more succinct description, from within, of what it is like to suffer from Anxiety. Either WS himself suffered from anxiety, or someone he knew very well, and who was able to articulate his feelings, did so.

HAVE I DISCOVERED SOMETHING?