For me, anxiety started as that feeling of rocking on your chair a little too hard and tipping over the point of balance. If you manage to catch yourself before it’s too late the relief is almost euphoric, if you don’t, you end up in a heap on the floor, aching.
"Mum's really poorly at the moment. It’s not an illness you can see. What she needs from us is lots of love and patience." Looking back, I think this was a beautiful response at the height of a crisis.