Watching the raindrops creating tiny waves in this puddle, I realise this is how anxiety feels. Small and seemingly innocuous events, words, people’s actions or emails that I am not in control of increase until it feels as if I am in a rainstorm – the mind rippling out and out so that I cannot smooth the surface. I am beginning to wonder if our general growing acknowledgment of anxiety is to do with the huge number of ‘tiny…
