Recently one of my children began to struggle with anxiety. At first the doctors explored other diagnoses, but none of the therapies or medications seemed to really help. After further testing and exploration he received an anxiety diagnosis. He comes by it honest, as they say. This moniker makes him the 4th known generational embodiment of our family's rich inheritance. All jokes aside, anxiety can be taboo to discuss, which, of course, makes it worse. But I don’t go get hit in the face for fun because I balk at a challenge. I’m certain that anxiety loses at least some of its power when we quit hiding behind its shame.