Every Flag Looks Red If You're Looking Through Red-Filtered Glasses

I caught myself being anxious and overthinking again, roughly 6 hours after I took my anti-anxiety pill—Stresam is the name.
I’ve tried many before settling on this particular one. I'm always picky about everything.
I'm struggling and diagnosed with Bipolar disorder, and Anxiety comes with it free of charge.
Back to Stresam, my doctor said it doesn't have any dependency potential, and has no negative side effects, even with long-term use.
This sounds too good to be true, but I figure he's a doctor and I'm his patient. He knows better than I do.

I wrote about what it's like living with anxiety before—when the worst case feels like the only case.
Every time I feel it creeping in, I rush to find Stresam—and for a little while, everything feels okay again. For once.
And hours later (or a day if I'm lucky), it comes back again. And so I take it again, it's back again, I take the pill again, back, again, back, again, and there you have it—an infinite loop.

Bipolar is suspect number one. It definitely plays a role in how intense my anxiety gets.
Life choices, too, and I believe it plays a more important role than the disorder itself.
Coffee. Not one cup, not two, but three. Some days the number goes up to 4 or more.
After all, I only have myself to blame when the overthinking kicks in. I’m the one living this life—and most of my worries? They’re just consequences of my choices.

When you look at someone through rose colored glasses, all the red flags just look like flags.

If you watch Bojack the Horseman, you will know right away where my blog title idea comes from.

But isn't it true? No matter how much rational and logical you try to be, if you look at someone or something through red-filtered glasses, all flags out there will, indeed, be red (even in reality, there might be any color).

Yes, sometimes my red-filtered glasses are right. That red flag is, in fact, red, even with glasses on or off. But it's not all the time, is it?
Sure, even a dead clock is right twice a day, I know... But you wouldn't want to rely on it to tell you the time, would you?

Anxiety is as real as a fire alarm during a false alarm. Nothing's actually burning, but still you feel the urge to flee, to run away from the scene, to go somewhere safe.

Except this time, there’s nowhere safe. And the fire alarm? It’s stuck on repeat.

And my brain insists it’s real, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t turn it off.