I used to suffer episodes of anxiety of a very particular kind. I believed that I had done something terribly wrong, or that I would somehow cause a catastrophe.
Many years ago, these episodes worsened. I woke up one winter’s morning with a familiar, free-floating sense that I was soon going to be reprimanded.
I opened my bedroom curtains to see my street coated in a dusting of snow. Immediately I worried that my young sons had frozen in the night because I hadn’t checked
