Anxiety is so normal to me. That feeling of “something’s missing” and “oh, no!”
It’s no wonder on morning’s like this one, where peace flows in, the only way I can deal it is to picture myself in a cave, the chaos is blowing and bellowing out there, I can see it from back here, safe in the hollow of this Rock. There’s a fire burning, and my family is laying near me, fast asleep on their beds of spruce bows. Anxiety is ‘out there’ for now.
Running Down Vimy 