I absolutely hate being overwhelmed by anxiety all the time. It’s like turning on a faucet but being unable to turn it off. 

I guess mild anxiety serves a purpose. Normal people are able to turn on the faucet and fill the sink with a little water, which is where it belongs, and then turn off the faucet. And once they’re done, they can drain the sink and everything is back to normal. 

But when you have crippling anxiety, you can’t turn off that faucet. The water spills into the sink until it’s overflowing all around you. You can try to bail yourself out with a bucket, but the water is flowing too fast to keep up. You try and try but eventually give up and wait to drown. 

People who don’t suffer from anxiety may ask ‘Why didn’t they just turn off the faucet? I can do that. It’s so easy!’ Or ‘Why didn’t they work harder to bail themselves out? It’s their own fault for not trying.’ 

These are situations I’ve found myself in as someone who suffers from horrible anxiety. I guess this is the best way I can explain it.