Anxiety has been a close companion my whole life. I was the one looking for monsters under my bed as a kid, but not quite like the ones in the Eminem song or what I wrote about in this piece . My hyper-vigilance went on steroids when cancer reared its ugly head. Cancer was like feeding spinach to my anxiety named Popeye for those of us old enough to remember the hilarious children’s cartoon. It threatened to burst at the seams and overpower me, much like the cartoon sailor-man when he would eat the greens.
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