Only my husband knows how my anxiety affects me, my parents don't and if you asked my family, I'm the laid back calm one of the family who is the family organiser. I'm not ashamed of how I suffer with it, but it doesn't define me and its a teeny part of me, I have my ways of coping with it, and yes sometimes its literally going to bed for a bit, but there is absolutely no way I'd be in (or want to be in) the headspace where my method of coping was to take a sad face daily mail pic and post it to 168k people.