MAKE ANXIETY YOUR SUPERPOWER
TIM PUT HIS HEAD in his hands and started to cry. “I’m so messed up; this thing controls me.” Clinical prowess means clinical timing, and mine was off that day. I looked Tim in the eye: “I think your anxiety is your superpower.”
Messed up? It was hard to agree with him. Tim’s life was what men hope for. He was 39 years old, in great shape, powerful and wealthy, and his wife and kids adored him. Yet inside he was a maelstrom of fear and worry. He’d wake up in the middle of the night in a sweat and review his sent emails for errors. Important meetings meant crampy bowels. He started drinking at night and couldn’t fall asleep without at least “a couple”. He’d get a weird tingling feeling in his fingers. Three times in the past year, a searing
