I think at some point everyone feels what you could describe as "anxiety" but eventually you hit a point where it is no longer just a feeling, but an all consuming fear. I have been suffering from anxiety since I was little, but it never got out of hand until my freshman year of high school. I was having panic attacks everyday, I started to fail my classes, and miss days at school. It began to consume my whole life. 

Soon after that I started to show signs of depression. I would get up in the morning and my body would just feel too heavy to carry, I didn't want to do anything anymore, I didn't want to do the things I used to love. After I started feeling depressed I started going to therapy, and after trying a few therapists I found one that I like and who really helps me. Hoping my anxiety will "go away" is an unrealistic goal, so I just strive to handle it. Everyday. I just handle it, and day by day maybe it will get a little easier to handle. I think that's all we can hope for.