I wake up every morning, terrified. It is the worst type of fear, an overwhelming dread, but I have absolutely no idea what it is that is frightening me. It is not from my dreams. I know this because I always remember them. If the fear remains for a day or so it will eventually find something to attach itself to but, at the moment, it is disappearing by lunchtime. Psychiatrists refer to it as "anxiety," but that is too small a word. I wish I was just anxious.