It was 3:00am on a hot Summer's night in 2012. The windows were open in a futile attempt for Fresh air and I lay above the Duvet Covers wide awake. The main bedroom light was on and I stared at the Ceiling, lost in thoughts. I'd woken up Panic-stricken, sweat oozing from my anxious body into the bedding, changing it's colour from grey to a sticky black. This was a regular occurrence when my Anxiety was out of control. Waking up at some ungodly hour, physically and mentally battered. It's strange but I could never remember the details of the nightmares, but they were so gripping that they affected me once I awoke. It was when I was awake when the worrying began. Worrying about anything and everything. Everything was perceived as a threat. One of my main anxieties was around money as I was increased Debt with payday loans. What if I couldn't afford the repayments? What if I never get out the debt? What if my family and friends realised my dirty little secret? What If? What If? What If? It's refreshing for me now to look back and analyse what was happening to me, I'm in a much healthier place mentally. At the time, though, I was paralysed and lost in my thoughts- like being engulfed in a thick black cloud of smoke, unable to see a way out.