It was all going so well. Good health, a happy family, a best selling book and a kick-ass rock’n’roll band. Life was sweet but then it had other plans. Enter the Demon. For a hardened rock music veteran, it was something that only happened to other people – softer people – not fast-living, high volume bad-asses like me. But the Demon struck fast and it struck hard, sending me on a ride to the depths of hell and back that rocked me to my core. I didn’t think I’d live to tell the tale - but I made it out alive and now I’d like to share that tale with you. It’s a tale not just about me but about you, about all of us and of course, it’s a tale about the Demon. Spoiler alert, it’s a tale with a happy ending, for the Demon may be a powerful enemy but it can be tamed - and I’d like to show you how. In case you’re wondering, the Demon has a name. It’s called anxiety.