Thankfully, when I started to talk to my husband about my newfound relationship with our old friend, anxiety, I received compassion and understanding from him, and none of the well deserved I told you so. With the benefit of hindsight, it’s no coincidence to me that my husband and I came together as partners–me, someone who lives almost entirely from my emotional body, beginning nearly every sentence with “I feel” and then him, the definition of cerebral, whose mind is something akin to a top of the line sports car with an unbelievably powerful engine. Both of us were meant, I believe, to balance each other out and to learn from each other.