Anxiety is not crying all the time in your room.

It’s being alone silently wishing you had more tears to cry, identifiable pain. Wondering why me? Why am I so shattered? Why doesn’t anyone see I am suffering?

It is drowning in myself; it is getting lost in all my cracks and flaws of my reflections as I look up in the mirrors. It is the overwhelming fear when there is nothing to fear, being nervous feeling your heart running a marathon as you enter the room and feeling pressure in your chest as you exit the door. It is knowing that no matter how many times you try to explain it nobody really gets it. It is being alone you shut yourself out of everyone and having the urge to scream but not being able to whisper a single word. It is having insomnia with the fear of tomorrow and all the unknown.

It is the panic attacks in public you cannot control, feeling nauseous just thinking about it. Being exhausted all the time, shaking but not feeling cold.

It’s all the above and more. IT is consuming me.