This is my anxiety badger. He often gnaws on me in my down time. The times between tasks where I allow my mind to relax are his favourite. He worries at my the edges of my brain the way a distracted child plays with a loose thread. Leave him too long and the whole thing will unravel. Thread is a good analogy too, actually. My brain is like a huge patchwork quilt. So many colours and patterns and distractions. Warm and cocooning and familiar. But one loose thread pulled too hard and a huge hole appears. And holes in stitching are hard to fix.