My anxiety started as a little girl in a big house with strict grandparents, a working single mother, and a lot of deaths in the house next door. As a first child there are no siblings yet to bond with, no one to cozy up with and seek comfort; you are alone at night in your bed, listening – scared of the dark, scared of little children drowning and dying in their sleep, scared of God. I would have cramps for days and my grandmother would wrap my belly with hot bandages. I would become nervous and frightened when I heard of another death.