If I don’t have something to worry about . . . it worries me. [looks around anxiously]
(This is among other things, of course, but that’s a good example.)
Your situation is bad and I feel for you. You could be a spokesperson for the thousands, if not more, who are in the same or similar circumstances. While people like us might blame ourselves, at least somewhat, we might also assign blame to broken promises and the politicians you mention. It is deplorable that there are so many of us in the USA who are in this situation. Our situations simply shouldn’t exist in this country. I wish the very best for you.
I fear that things with my wife will work out. I fear that they won’t.
I fear that if they do, than the whole dance we have been doing for a year will be redone again. I fear that if they don’t, I’m going to end up homeless, jobless, and bankrupt.
I fear some possible health issues.
I fear my trip to the dentist on the 10th. 
That my evil half-brother will either drain my dad’s finances to the point where he won’t be able to enjoy his remaining years or that he’ll just outright kill him with stress.
Did they turn up? Is this the same lady that enipla works with?
My upcoming hysterectomy.
My parents’ health issues, and the prospect of becoming their caregiver if/when they need one.
That I will do something that will ruin my daughter’s life and she will not live up to her potential, just as I failed to live up to mine.
That my divorce will go bad and my ex and I will be enemies for the rest of our lives.
That, once I’m divorced, no other man will have me because I’m too fat, too short, too unattractive, too old, and/or because I no longer have a uterus. I’m not the kind of woman who absolutely can’t live without a man in her life, but it does get kind of lonely around here sometimes.
That I won’t get this assignment written.
That I won’t qualify for the course I want to do next year.
That even if I qualify, I won’t pass (it has a 30% pass rate).
That I will never get a proper job, and be able to support our family when my partner’s health gives out as it surely will with this shitty, stressful job he’s stuck in.
This is vaguely cathartic but also depressing. Aargh, assignment!
That I’ll lose Mig. I think most everything would be okay as long as my family is together, but every day I’m afraid I’ll lose him.
I’m also somewhat concerned he’ll lose the first steady job he’s had in two years.
Also, I just FINALLY qualified for health insurance so now I’m about to find out why this hurts and that’s not working right anymore and what that odd lump there is. While I’m enormously grateful for the chance to visit a doctor and possibly have at least one surgery I’ve needed for 10+ years I’m scared of what they’ll find. Fortunately I also qualify for mental health care so I can get my head shrunk. Maybe they can fix me this time.
That my company’s main source of income, a Government contract, is up for re-bid right now. It funds 90% of the people at the organization and a former owner of the company is going after it and smearing our name everywhere he goes. Sadly, he has been very successful. If I don’t win the bid for us, we are out of business. I can only hope that because I don’t have a history with this former owner that he will consider hiring me, though I fear he won’t. Then I’ll be out on the street looking for a job again, which is terrifying the older I get.
That I’ll never get to have another child.
That my son will need surgery for his hearing loss, and that it will happen after the first of the year when my health insurance coverage changes radically, leaving me holding the gigantic bill.
I guess my main worry is that as I reach 40 in the next couple of years, that I’ll start to be less and less employable in the IT field due to ageism. Google calls their over-40 employees ‘Greyglers’, for chrissakes, and are only 200 of them (like 1% of their headcount) . :mad: I don’t know what I’d do if I found that I needed to retool, and I’m not sure I’d have the time and means to execute a plan if I had one.
My mothers inevitable death and my sister who’s going to fall to pieces when it happens.
Most importantly that I am not saved because I do not truly believe in the Gospel and/or trust in the Lord Jesus Christ
Secondarily about quite a few things
-My grades (I want to get an A on every subject but geometry is a toughie)
-My upcoming Physical Fitness Test
-The financial state of my family
-My grandmother (although she’s not especially ill, she’s 80 years old)
-The current state of the nation and the economy
-The legality of abortion and murders of hundreds of thousands of fetuses every year
That the man I’m in love with isn’t in love with me.
What, me worry?
I worry I won’t be able to pay for rent AND food next month
I worry I won’t ever hold a steady job again (although I keep trying… but after three years I confess my optimism is starting to wear thin)
I worry about accidents on the road going to and from Buffalo this week when I visit my family
I worry about Something Bad happening to my place while we’re gone and losing what little I have left.
I worry about loved ones becoming ill and/or dying.
I worry about missing next week’s episode of Fringe 'cause, you know, not everything has to be a BIG worry, right?
I’ve been out of work, other than temporary little pissant jobs, for two years. The savings are gone. I turn 62 next month, so I KNOW there’s nothing for retirement. We’re probably going to have to close the Taekwondo school.
Most of all, I worry about losing SWMBO. I’ve been having bad dreams lately about her dying suddenly.
I worry that I’m putting too much effort into my relationship.
I worry that my kids will have to spend their adult lives in therapy.
I worry that I won’t be able to put any presents under the tree.
I worry that I made the wrong choice in changing jobs.
I worry that I worry too much. 
That my daughter won’t find happiness. My husband and I are old, and all the extended family members have died. When we go she has no one.