An anxiety attack feels like
marathon runner breathing fast, heart racing to the next moment
don't stop
Not showered, crazy finger biting, smart phone zoned out so I don't have to...
forgetting doctor appointments while losing loved ones in my foggy headache thoughts
Stomach aching, not sleeping, always sleeping, DAMNIT, why am I always so fucking tired?
Still running.
Ambivalent to the world spinning, clocks ticking, time...leaving
Negative thoughts trip over the water station table, suicidal thoughts slip on dropped cups of others wet dreams running away from me
Alone on the road, still heavy, still empty, still crying
Still running
Dammit, I am thirsty
Thirsty for minding my own silence
Minding my own belief that this too shall pass, as those faster than me at believing it will, inevitably, dissappear around the corner
Yet, I am still running.
Anxiety is motivation that bailed on me at mile 2
Anxiety is a charlie horse at mile 26
Anxiety...is like a marathon
But where the hell is damn finish line?
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