Anxiety, get a grip.

Photo by David Pisnoy on Unsplash

Anxiety was an abusive relationship

When I was still someone who drank, anxiety promised me just a few drinks and I would keep it at arm’s length. I could stop being anxious. But, it was wrong. The more I drank, the less I was anxious about things that mattered and the more I was anxious about things that didn’t. I could go from having negative thoughts about work to wondering why the lady at the cash…