This is how it is for me at least… everyone’s anxiety is different

It makes your skin feel like cage. You're stuck in it, but there's no means of escaping. There's no calm inside you. There's always a feeling of pent up emotions right in your sternum.

You want to just escape your body because you can't stand it anymore. You want to rip your skin apart and burst from the gouges.

Something's wrong all the time, but you can't tell what it is. But it's always there- that thought.

Everything feels extreme. Taking out the trash feels like life or death and doing the dishes is unbearable. You're always stuck with the feeling and thoughts of impending doom.

Worst of all, you feel limited.