This morning I am my anxiety.
After a too busy week with time away from home, I should have expected it; not enough of the routines and rituals things that keep it at bay.
It is like a protective armour which has served its purpose in past times to protect me as a catalyst to fight, flight or freeze.
Today it is uninvited, like a guest who has turned up on the wrong day for a party but now won’t leave.
Today, I am temporarily locked inside the armour and cannot find the key.
But the acknowledgment of temporary means that at least I will look for the key, instead of marching on regardless into a battle against myself that I won’t win.