Anxiety is waiting for a blow that may never come.
Anxiety is wishing you were home, then wishing you were anywhere but home. There are so many things to do, so many to start so much to do too much to do.
Anxiety is that plunging, sinking in your chest when a social event comes around.
Anxiety is feeling your heart rate increase when something doesn’t quite go as you planned.
Anxiety is getting angry and irrational because you’re stressed and upsetting those around you and wishing you could stop your mouth when it just keeps going. Anxiety is apologising but it sounding insincere because you don’t even know why you were you so mad in the first place.
Anxiety is not starting a project, not following a deeply held dream for fear of failure.
Anxiety is the fear of failure at simple small talk.
Anxiety is wishing your mind would stop racing at night so you can get some sleep.
Anxiety is becoming aware of your breathing, feeling like if you stop concentrating you may stop breathing altogether. Anxiety is feeling your heartbeat and becoming convinced that it could stop at any moment. Anxiety is panicking that autonomic processes will stop, even while knowing they won’t.
Anxiety is feeling like the world is piling up on top of you but you’re afraid to ask for help.
Anxiety is being overwhelmed.
Anxiety is becoming frustrated with all the noise around, the clang and clatter of people doing much better than you.
Anxiety is shaking hands and shakier breath.
Anxiety is ordinary situations blown out of proportion by a mind that won’t stop ticking over.
Anxiety is overthinking fucking everything.
Anxiety is planning for a situation that will never happen.
Anxiety is not coping.
Anxiety is being on alert for an unknown threat.
Anxiety is exhausting.
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