It never was anxiety, it was, unquestionably, restlessness.
I have faced death, loss, violence, sadness, despair, drama and obsoletion.
Looking back, I can identify a common definition of anxiety but, giving it a second look, I can now see and translate those events in a deeper view of the moment: I never stopped.
Never got stranded, ever got immobilised in more than a fraction, a protective synapse, and this changes everything! It’s not anxiety. Anxiety incapacitates, and I never felt stronger than during the event (obviously sensing the adrenal/hormonal decay immediately after) but I always fell into a mature acknowledgement of my own personal strengths and weaknesses.
I’m not an alien, I just have built the tools to look at things in spacetime differently.