I like to think the battle is over. I feel the weight of the world lifted from my shoulders.
Unfortunately, it’s only for a minute. Maybe an hour until I feel the pressure come back.
My thoughts are constantly restless. There is always something I’m thinking about. My mind is always anxious.
Dictionary.com defines anxiety as: “distress or uneasiness of mind caused by fear of danger or misfortune.”
I don’t feel danger exactly. I fear what every basic fear boils down to: the unknown.
I hate not knowing things. I hate empty feelings. I hate the feeling I get in my chest. I hate the shadow.