Anxiety Teaches Hope

I didn’t admit my anxiety until I was 35. I was counseling a man experiencing significant panic attacks. I asked him to describe the sensation. He was from  a rural NC town so that his manner of speech was lyrical and visceral: “Up in my chest…there’s a tight turnin’ – like someone twistin’ a wet towel”. “And I feel,” he said, “this doom…this terrible doom.” I’d heard people describe anxiety before – but the way this man said it…  He made a fist next to his chest and slowly twisted… Continue reading Anxiety Teaches Hope