I don’t know who you think you are? You try to come in and steal my joy.  You know what buttons to push, to make me feel overwhelmed and to become afraid.  You whisper lies to me that no one else can hear.  You wake me up when I am supposed to be resting making mole hills into mountains.  I know what your game is, keep me awake so tomorrow’s promises will become problems.  You cause fear and anxiety to arise when really it’s nothing more than a walk in the park.  So, I ask you again, who do you think you are?   You keep me busy, so I have no…