When I think of anxiety, I think of cold, icy veins. That’s when I’m really anxious – it’s immobilising, paralysing, petrifying. I also think of the symptoms on the questionnaires you do for the doctor – dry mouth, racing heart, breathlessness. Unlike the icy veins, I experience none of those. And because the icy veinsContinue reading “Making friends with anxiety”
Sometimes, late at night while Louis-James sleeps next to me, I find myself watching youtube videos of people doing seriously mundane things – like drinking a coffee in their kitchen.