Generally speaking, I wouldn’t consider myself the anxiety stereotype.

At 6’6, I’m a giant of a man. A loud British bastard you can hear in the next country over. I conduct myself with an image of self-confidence. I’m a journalist who partakes in all the self-promoting nonsense this entails in the modern age. One of the qualities people often tell me they admire the most in me is my “ability to not give a single fuck”.

Unfortunately, this narrative failed to connect with me as I began spiralling into a deep anxiety. Starting with death, my fear bled out into all aspects of my life – work, love, friends. Nothing remained free of its taint.

A year on from being at the bottom of the well, I started writing this blog. Imbued with a deeper understanding of anxiety, I chose to commit myself fully to overcome it. While nowhere near free of it, I write this blog as a way for me to further explore my thinking on anxiety, while showing others who suffer from it that there is hope, that they aren’t alone, and that this doesn’t have to be forever.

Thank you for sharing your time with me by reading this blog. Please do share what you read – it means the world to me to know my work is reaching people who can draw something positive from it.