A is for Anxiety you bloody unhelpful bastard.
B is for By the way, did you turn off the iron?
C is for Cognitive Behaviour Therapy because it works – kind of.
D is for Did you turn off the gas you think as you board that plane for a two-week overseas holiday.
E is for Eyes wide open in the middle of the night because you think you heard someone trying to break in but in reality it was just a possum on the roof.
F is for Fuck your brain is exhausted thinking about what can go wrong but never what might go right.
G is for Go to sleep you weirdo, you probably won’t die during the night.
H is for Help – ask for it.
I is for It – dealing with “it” is a lifelong challenge.
J is for Jesus, you wish, you wish, you wish you didn’t jump at non-existent shadows.
K is for Keeping it together – most of the time.
L is for Love is a person who accepts that you have to check all the power points at least twice before leaving the house.
M is for Madam, are you sure you shut the front door?
N is for No thank you, you’re not over-reacting, they really could have been run over by a steamroller on their way to your house when they’re really just running five minutes late.
O is for Over-thinking full stop.
P is for Panic attacks that masquerade as heart attacks and so you learn at 33 you have anxiety.
Q is for Quite certain that you shut the garage door are you?
R is for Ready to jump to the worst conclusions at any given moment.
S is for Slowly learned how to stop doing most of the above and below.
T is for Time for a cider and perhaps another one (or two) to get some pissed semblance of peace.
U is for Understanding and accepting that this is who you are – anxiety warts and all.
V is for Very grateful to have it mostly under control… most of the time.
W is for Worrying about everything – regardless of the chances of it ever happening.
X is for Xanax, which thankfully you’ve never had to take thanks to CBT, running, weights, surfing – and anything else that gets the endorphins pumping in a good way.
Y is for You only live once and so if this is your lot, well, so be it.
Z is for Zzz’s when the din of the day – and the humming inside your head – finally quietens and you fall asleep… unless those bloody possums are on the roof again and you think it’s a cat burglar.