It was a blustery autumn afternoon when I first encountered the monster that is anxiety. I was ten years old...

Fast-forward 15 years, I'd graduated with a degree in Computer Science and landed a job in a prestigious company. Everything was sailing smooth until one night when I had my first major anxiety attack...

I yanked myself from sleep, gulping for air, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. For weeks, this continued. My performance started deteriorating at work, and my relationship with my family was strained. I needed help.

My therapist, a kind-hearted woman, she didn’t just help me cope with anxiety but empowered me to see it as a soldier in the battlefield of life...

My battle with anxiety isn't over, but I'm not afraid anymore. I learned that It's okay to have bad days, to cry, to be messy. Because it's those days that make the good ones feel like a miracle...

Living with anxiety isn't easy. But remember, it's not a sign of weakness. It's part of what makes us, us. Acceptance is the first step towards recovery...