The unruly brutal beast.
Transforms tiny, insignificant, occurances into world-ending insurmountable stumbling blocks.
Churns your stomach into knots and casts its dark cloud over your mind.
Sleep becomes your enemy. There is no respite or release. You never feel at peace.
Makes you question yourself, mercilessly and renders you incapable of seeing anything other than the worse possible scenario.
Short-circuits rationality. It tells you you’re worthless. That you’ve fucked up. That you can’t cope.
It isolates you: makes you feel you’re alone. Like there’s no one who could ever understand or help.
I fucking HATE anxiety.