Worrying about everything and nothing all at the same time. Having a constant fear that you can’t describe and much less identify. Feeling a weight that presses down on your chest, causing you to take short, shallow breaths. Sometimes, when anxiety hits, you feel like you’re trying to crawl out of your skin, but you’re stuck. You’re stuck with yourself and with this dread. You’re stuck with a sense of impending doom…at any moment, at any second. Be on guard, be on high alert, don’t ever let the “bad” sneak up on you again. There’s loss. There’s loss of control. You bite your nails. You say “I don’t know” over and over. You’re worried and nervous and scared. About everything. And nothing at all.
