I had anxiety disorder two years ago. Like some of the problems reported by some of the people who were diagnosed as well, I also questioned the reality of life, the existence of God, the vastness of the universe and all that. That time I had no choice but to cry because the thinking never stopped. We are so poor then that we cannot afford to consult even a doctor for my condtion. Whenever I talk to people those thoughts came rushing in and it made my life miserable especially as I was still in college. Mine, I can say is a bit special because I had even become aware of the space. Why can we move in space? Why are we bound by space? Why cannot we see space or just what the heck is space? Those things pestered me two years ago and now, it came with a vengeance. My specialty again is about the space. I even joined science forums to get me satisfied with the answers they will be providing but I wasn't. I am no scientist, nor a philosopher. The people on the science forums are a lot brainy than me yet they accept the fact that is presented to them by evidence and experiments yet on my case, I was never satisfied and it gives me really a hard time.