Honestly, while I'm in full support of self-diagnosis, the one thing that reeks about Gin's so-called anxiety is how it only ever crops up when it's something she DOESN'T want to do. It doesn't work like that, speaking anecdotally. There can be times where I'll brave going to the store solo and you'd never even know. Then, there are times I'll do something I WANT to do - say, see a show - and, suddenly, BAM, elephant on my chest, walls closing in. What set it off? The lights, the smells? People too close to me? tit, the fact I'm anxious is making me even more anxious and---!
Never got that from Gin. From what I've gathered, it amounts to, 'hey, Ginnifer, wanna do the dishes?' 'U-Uh, my anxiety!!!!' 'Oh, right.'