That shortness of breath tends to be the first sign. That feeling of not being able to take in enough oxygen to survive, like your lungs have been filled with cement. Your chest starts to ache while you gulp air in an attempt to address the crisis. Your teeth clench and grind and your muscles tense, your whole body coiling into self into a tight angry fist, preparing for a fight against whatever undefined threat has bought this on. You’re sweating and you’re choking and you’re quivering like a bowstring on the brink of being loosed. The fear is all around you like poisonous gas, coating your skin and squirming into your mouth and nose and ears and every pores. Not fearing anything~ but you’ll drive yourself mad running through the possibilities but just fear, distilled into its purest form.
A switch has been tripped in your head that informs the rest of your body that something is coming to get you, and you can't convince yourself otherwise.
Your mind is fogged and you can't do anything — it's a kind of paralysis, freezing you like a massive electric shock, pain and terror coursing through every cell in your body while preventing you from breaking free of it. At the worst point, ANXIETY hisses in your ear what sounds like God's own truth: you are going to die.
I used to think I was weak having Anxiety. I don’t anymore. It takes nothing but strength to fight this every day of your life and not give up
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