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Anxiety — The Demon I Live With
How it took hold of me.
I want to be able to share how I have overcome the demon, that even though it is still with me, I manage it.
And I will, however, before I can do that I have to share where I believe the demon came from. Although it is likely it had always been there, I may well have a tendency to worry and over think things, some moments in your life are etched in to your brain and memory — they are turning points.
This was mine.
Years ago, during the 90’s I didn’t even know what anxiety was, it is something that hadn’t really been given a name yet. Mental health wasn’t talked about back then. You were just ‘fine’
It hit me hard after the death of my Father. I had been living a party lifestyle, long nights and weekends, moving from one party to another. I was in my late twenties and had no responsibilites.
Dad had dementia and lived with my Mum who took on the brunt of the work involved with caring for him. I went to visit often but I never realised how sick he really was. I was too embroiled in my own life of living it up.
When he died, it happened on New Years Day the year 2000. He had a fall and suffered a bleed on the brain that he never recovered from, he developed pneumonia.
