
Anxiety is like a voice that follows you that tells you all your insecurities and uses them against you. It gets to the point where it’s the loudest voice in the room and eventually the only one that you hear. Every thought is a battle and every breathe is a war you feel like you’re losing. Everyday is a struggle even when I am at my best. Panic taps me on the shoulder a few times a day, on my good days I can brush it off and on my bad days I just want to disappear into myself like a black hole. I think to myself what could possibly go wrong and anxiety is always there to say I’m glad you asked. One of the hardest parts is waking up in the morning remembering what you were trying to forget. Anxiety makes you feel busy but nothing gets done.  It exhausts you and makes you tired but sleep doesn’t help, if anything you are restless. Half of the time you have no idea why you feel anxious. Anxiety is being in a cage that’s unlocked but you’re still trapped. It is very hard to explain to people who do not experience anxiety the intensity of it, there is no off switch. Anxiety can make you forget who you are. You become this big ball of uncertainty, how much of this is really you and how much of it is the anxiety? How do you set them apart? Sometimes you can’t and it feels like you’re being eaten alive.