It’s a never-ending ride on a runaway roller-coaster— you’re a permanent passenger . . . tied down, buckled up, chained to your seat. The menacing vehicle snaps you at abrupt corners. It jerks you up impossible summits. It propels you, crashing down incredible valleys. It’s . . . anxiety. You’re trapped. The more you worry, the more helpless you feel. God knew that anxiety could do this to you. That’s why he said don’t worry . . . come to me and rest . . . in other words, trust me. It’s the only way to hit the brakes and bring anxiety to a halt.