When anxiety arrives at night, do not deal with it.
Your defences are down, it will have all the best lines; lines enough to keep your body in its grip.
So instead, look away from anxiety’s pressing breath and find your little self in the dark; the child from whom you grew.
And once found, greet and hug, greet and hug – and talk with them, your soul mate; for they know more of now than you do.
Speak of your adventures together; so many down the years and some not easy.
Praise your little self for all they managed, and all they survived; tell them just how well they did.
Because it’s true.
And celebrate with a smile and a wink how far you have come – each carrying the other.
Who’d have thought it?
And then praise them again, and love them again, for they did all they could; they could not have done more.
And as you laugh together, you might turn and find anxiety speechless and your body quite free of its grip.
Today is always about yesterday.
