For me, anxiety spans the whole conflict between the primordial chaos we come from and the self-organising order that is in us as something that arises in my attitude towards the totality of it that my inner person seeks from this psychic state of its constant psychic flow. But my attitude is sometimes in opposition to that person within me as it is also something that at times no longer serves that person in my life. My way of relating to life becomes a repetition that undermines me rather than something that unites me with myself and with life as an integrated sense of a wholeness. Anxiety is the way this gets my attention. If I listen to it and face the conceptual influence its intensity has on me, I become forced into a negotiation with my inner person. Should I continue to repeat myself or should I obey the directions coming from what I learn from what arose in my conflict with my attitude. I can delay it and screw it up with various anesthetics but I can’t avoid it. In the end it boiles! down to which way I want to go. The upper and outer road that runs its course like a dog (GunnarEkelöf, Färjesång), or the lower and inner road where what is the bottom in me is also the bottom in others. Which is another kind of responsibility to ourselves. And to that in others, at the same time that we cannot do anything for what they have to go through and find by themselves there. In this way, anxiety is not a medical affliction but a psychological condition. It is our negotiating ground and it must be treated with deadly seriousness. But it does not rule out that it may be occations that need to be treated with medication. That being said, the importance of our cultural psychic parents to our inner person cannot be overstated.