Jul 6, 2020
4 min read
I Don’t Suffer With Anxiety. I Live With It.
It is an old foe, but it can also be an old friend.
It’s been there as long as I can remember. Even as a child. The fear of losing Mum and Dad. The fear of not being liked. A cross word could leave me anxious for days. Anxiety was there, bubbling below the surface. Unseen and lurking. To the outside world, I was a reasonably happy child but some days…
