Us humans, we’re complex creatures. Total weirdos. Irrational things tick us off and trip us up.  We get hurt, we hold grudges. We get attached. We do naughty things. Immoral things. We have festishes. Obsessions. Addictions.  We’re massive scardy-cats.  We’re desperate for acceptance, to be understood, to be told it’s ok.  We’re human.  And as humans we fuck up All The Time….

6 years ago, I experienced anxiety – intensely. It wasn’t social anxiety. I didn’t get panic attacks. And I didn’t have it all the time. But I did get it. Would you have known? Probably not. A good front – I always put on, and instead internalised every feeling under the sun, in dizzying speeds. I cared way too much what…