There is something I hear again and again from women in midlife... "Why do I feel so flat?"; "Why do I not feel as connected as I used to?"; "Where did the old me go?"

There’s a line between caring because we want to do a good job and caring so much that we’re constantly in fear. One is about integrity. The other is about survival. We’re trying to protect our identity.

Imagine you're walking through a thick fog, where each step is uncertain and filled with a sense of dread about the unknown. That's anxiety.