anxiety feels like...
the last night before everything starts again.
the pick-up station for uncontrollable worry.
the sinking feeling you get when you realize what awaits you in the next seven days.
anxiety feels like...
the exhales, the last amount of breath at the bottom of your chest, exasperation.
that heavy feeling in your gut when you remember to do something that should've been done an hour ago.
anxiety feels like...
driving on a cloudy day, the barometric pressure pushing your temples in so hard your head begins to ache.
like being on the empty and barren road, not able to see anything other than the trees without leaves or the long yellow and white lines on either side that follow you to your destination.
anxiety feels like...
emptiness.
like vultures circling dead areas.
like the last few hours of sanity.
anxiety feels like a sunday.
