He asked her what it's like living with anxiety.
She smiled sadly, "It's a never-ending pulse-race. Like knowing you don't want to jump off a cliff but not being able to talk yourself down from it.
Your fears take on a nebulous, unidentifiable form that tightens around your throat and incapacitates you.
There is no calm. No peace. Only the edge of a very strained thread."
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC
He asked her what it's like living with anxiety.
She smiled sadly, "It's a never-ending pulse-race. Like knowing you don't want to jump off a cliff but not being able to talk yourself down from it.
Your fears take on a nebulous, unidentifiable form that tightens around your throat and incapacitates you.
There is no calm. No peace. Only the edge of a very strained thread."
