I spent the past few days working with metaphors.  It made me realize how important they are...and how misused they can be.  I live, think, breathe metaphors.  It is the writer in me, I suppose.  So what better way to explain my struggle with anxiety and worry, than with the twist of a metaphor?

Anxiety is a fire fueled by caffeine, uncertainty, and worry. The mixture and measurements don't matter that much...just a pinch of this and a dash of that stokes the flame.  And like a grease fire, you can't douse it with water, you have to smother it alcohol. 

Ok so maybe you can't put it out with alcohol, but it certainly takes the bite out of it...at least temporarily...until the alcohol takes over the entire situation and starts its own toasty burn.  And truth be told, I have never been much of a drinker, so even if alcohol would help, I wouldn't know.

So, with the lack of any viable magic exilir to rid me of my anxiety, I have been contemplating the advice I've been given...good advice, in fact...but letting go only sounds easy on paper. Mine is a powerful anxiety...I could light up a city with the electrical current I feel coursing through me.

And exactly how do you put down a hot wire when you have it in your hands?

I promise, I'm working on it.

In fact, tonight I sleep worry free...having set the wire down for the night.  Some things take time...baby steps across a moving floor...but I'm working on it.  Truly I am.

Until the next time...I'll be dreaming sweet dreams without care!