Awful, Anxious, Anxiety Monster

Ah, anxiety. My sometimes nemesis. When my anxiety is raging, what is my body telling me? A couple different feelings come to mind. First, would be a large something sitting on my chest. Pounds of weight pressing down on me, trapped. When I out, I usually feel like there is a tight band wrapped around my lungs over and over. Deep breaths feel far out of reach. Sometimes my body says it's cold. My hands shake, and my teeth chatter. Sometimes it feels like there is a hand around my stomach, or a spoon inside stirring it around, pushing bile into my throat. Or every once in a while, on those really bad days, I feel like it's all crashing in on me. My anxiety plays straight mind games, and tells me I'm going to die. Maybe this didn't sound good, or wasn't well written, but my anxiety told me not to tell anybody so I'm doing my best.