I used to worry.  I grew up believing that "worry" was a part of life.  It was normal to worry.   Everyone, especially mothers, did it.  That idea seems laughable to me today.  Worry might be normal but it is not natural.

There was a time that thoughts of worry, like busying myself with figuring out a back up plan, consumed me.  Driving in the dark, frankly, anything in the dark, caused some unsettling and uneasy feelings in me.  Truthfully I lived in a constant state of fear on the inside, but thought this was normal.   

At one point in my life, I lived in a condo with gatehouse security.  I had a security system in my condo.  I still slept with a butcher knife under my pillow and the phone beside my bed, ready to phone 911.  

This all transformed as I confronted the memories of my childhood.  I had neatly tucked them away to protect my mind from fear and worry overload. 

As I was driving in the pitch...