Anxiety may be the most uncomfortable state human beings can suffer.
Sadness, depression, melancholy can be overwhelming, but there's a stillness and quietness in depression that at least allows us physical rest. We feel the weight on our shoulders, the crushing weight of our broken hearts and disillusioned minds, and we may even dance with the idea of death... but the space we are in is deathly quiet. We sink. We may even hit bottom, but at least there we stop.
Anxiety doesn't allow this. The mind races, the heart races, the feeling is as if we are coming out of our skin. We are charged with energy that can be put to no good use because the mind cannot focus. We are hurtling ourselves forward on the proverbial rat wheel, charging faster and faster, sweating profusely... going nowhere. No rest. No relief. We itch with worry. We squirm with overbearing, unwanted, frenetic energy. Our hearts burn up with desire but go up in flames when no path appears before us. We are filled with animated, exhausting dread.
This is anxiety.
And we have ways of coping.
