These are anxiety-inducing days. The pound tanking, interest rates rising, mortgage payments set to increase — and that’s just this week’s bad news. Then there’s the worries we all have that only our nearest and dearest will usually know about. In my case, I wake up every morning unsure if my daughter will go to school or refuse — the uncertainty of what we will wake up to means my wife and I often go to bed stressed and wake up tense.
There are other anxieties: is my forgetfulness a sign of sleep deprivation or is it early onset dementia? Will my mother, who really does have dementia, still remember who I am the next time I visit? How long can I delay turning the heating on? It can sometimes feel that the entry fee to being an adult is to live with a headful of anxieties.
