Perhaps you’ve felt it. There is a creeping dread in your stomach, a voice in your head telling you it’s all going to go horribly wrong.

Everyone at the party is thinking about how underdressed you are. You’re going to miss a deadline at work and not only will you be fired, everyone will talk about you behind your back.

Your kids are going to get sick and be hospitalized thanks to the germs at school. Or perhaps you just wake up in the morning with a pit in your stomach and a conviction that everything is right on the edge of collapse.