This is a perfect example of the kind of lies anxiety loves to tell us: it's not enough to be a loving grandmother to the Magical Creatures, it's your job to rid the world of dangers and remove every obstacle to their safety and happiness. Which you can't do, anymore than you coud do that for your children. And yet the world continues. True, we face messes unique to our time and place. But also true: we'll be okay no matter what. And I can promise you from personal experience that there is a road past anxiety no matter how long you've lived with it. Namaste, Ann.