The next day the poor little chicken excitedly told her mom, “Keep making me not do things, please.” Keep rendering me choiceless, was her desperate plea! Bind me! This story still sends a chill through me. A child of eight had worked out the strange machinations of her anxious mind in a way few doctors probably could. My own experience matches up. Unfamiliar surroundings can buck me out of my anxious rut, again because the usual stuff I grip on to isn’t immediately apparent or available.
