Anxiety, you went away for a little less than an hour yesterday, and when you were gone, I had some other visitors, like peace and calm and relaxation, and I am really thinking that I'd like them to move in, and you can go find somewhere else to be.
Maybe I can build a little box for you to live in, just by the door. You can protect me only when it's absolutely warranted. If you keep trying to posture at every little thing (or nothing at all), I will put you in the shed. Those are the consequences for keeping me tied up in pain and tension and fear.