My constant companion some 50 years on now,

Cut-down, battled, then some armistice,

After a time wrestled fiercely again, waylaid, then an uneasy détente,

Overall an ebb, flow, and do it again, comes to truce, seeking solace, a bit of peace, please, a bit of peace.

Changed it up the other early morning, in the darkness, somehow this character of Lisbeth (from the Millenium Series by Stieg Larsson), she appeared next to me.

The embodiment of my anxiety in that moment. And I made peace with her in that moment; and I lead her back to my room; and we laid together, just close together, trying to find peace.

My anxiety and me.