Anxiety
I have anxiety. It feels like there are a million thoughts desperately trying to cram their way into my mind and I can’t help but intently ponder each and every one. My brain functions like the arrival and departure boards at airports. Every flight status update is a thought appearing in my head then quickly disappearing to be immediately replaced by a new introspection. My anxiety feels as if I am constantly trying to organize my life into a methodical planner but I am writing in invisible ink so no matter how hard I try, my life is in constant disorganized chaos. I don’t realize that I am constantly scraping my thumb nail against the skin of my ring finger or that I never cease shaking my foot up and down like it is the only thing keeping me afloat in an ocean of nervous thoughts. I am popping my knuckles every chance I can as if the secret of a life without all these worries is somehow hidden in the morse code projecting from each crack of my joints....