Wednesday 8 February 2012

GAD! I can’t stand it anymore!


“If things go wrong, don’t go with them.” (Roger Babson, 1875-1967)
When does a person begin to realise that worrying is about to kill him? When he first notices that he has worn the skin off his knuckles from excessive hand-wringing, perhaps; maybe he examines his fingernails before dinner and discovers he has ripped out what is left of his hair; or friends and family have announced they are getting fed up by the constant doom-and-gloom atmosphere that follows the worrier everywhere he goes, like a bad smell. Never mind that nothing really terrible ever happens, or at least hasn’t happened yet, or hasn’t for a very long time. It is the worrying itself that is, well…worrying!
All joviality aside, excessive worry can indicate a serious, sometimes crippling, mental health condition. Anyone who finds himself or herself in this frightful predicament is probably suffering from excessive anxiety. Ordering your worried friend or loved one to put on a stiff upper lip is not the magic cure; such a person needs professional help. Good news to the worn-out worrier and those in his or her vicinity: help is available.