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About the Book

Very few knew the battle of doubt that would ravage my mind and body, holding me captive throughout my life. My anxiety was nocturnal, only surfacing in the darkest hours of the night. As a self-proclaimed night owl, I have always been the last to bed and the first to rise. Sleeping became the battleground for who I wanted to be and who I feared I was. Anxiety became my nemesis regardless of the day’s activity, stress, or fatigue level. Laying my head down to rest was like waving a white flag of surrender. An alarm clock has never been needed as my anxiety awakens me routinely and effectively. Unable to silence the thoughts, I would give in, get out of bed, and get to work. My family had grown accustomed to seeing me in pajamas at the computer, sipping hot tea, hair askew, and with laser focus and intensity, completing projects I convinced myself was somehow urgent. Finding myself overworked and exhausted was a catalyst for my early resignation, and I was determined to find the root of what drove the out-of-balance work ethic.