I thought faith should have fixed my anxiety

I wake before fajr to boil water and sit in the kitchen because the house is quiet there. I pray, I read a little, I try to remember Allah, but the same tightness comes back when I stand at the bus stop, when a message is left on read, when I think about the future. Growing up in Freetown taught me to trust provision and community, but this feeling makes me feel like a failure of faith, like I should be fixed by now. Has anyone else carried this and how did you live with it without feeling like you betrayed your religion?