Overwhelm.
Radiating tingles.
Body shaking.
Mind racing.
Heart beat galloping like it’s in a chase.
Glass half empty thoughts swirling around and digging their claws into every corner of your brain.
Anxiety.
It’s got its hold on me.
Trauma radiating throughout my body from years past that has morphed itself into deep rooted fears of death.
Questioning calling out for help, but not wanting to be “a bother” or inconvenience someone else.
Embarrassment of my struggle sews my lips shut and I curl inward to face the isolation tornado.
I just want it to end, I wish it would end. The wave is stuck in this replay of cresting and crashing, cresting and crashing.
Anxiety.
It’s got its hold on me.
