The price of truth

We live in an era obsessed with eliminating anxiety. The wellness industry promises to free us from all discomfort, fill every void, suture every crack in our existence. As if anxiety were a manufacturing error that could be corrected with the right technique, the correct pill, the precise mantra. A promise as seductive as it is impossible.

Psychoanalysis doesn't join this chorus of serenity sellers. It tells us something more uncomfortable: anxiety is the price we pay for recognizing the lack that constitutes us. It's not a defect to be corrected, but the signal that we are close to a fundamental truth about our condition. It's the trembling we feel when imaginary certainties crack and we glimpse the void that dwells at the center of our being.

What analysis proposes is not to eliminate this anxiety, but to transform our relationship with it. To learn to inhabit it not as a catastrophe that must be avoided, but as a compass pointing toward our most intimate truth. Anxiety thus becomes not something to overcome, but an inevitable companion on the path toward a more authentic existence.