Like taking the dogs for a nightly walk.
I was fine all day... or maybe I wasn’t.
Maybe I’ve been pushing too hard,
mind, body, and soul in constant motion.

Now, here I am, frozen.
Hands numb.
Balance off.
Breath shallow.

Maybe this anxiety attack is my body’s cry for mercy,
its way of whispering, ENOUGH ALREADY.

The thing about anxiety is it rarely knocks before entering.
It creeps in, silent and sudden.
A tidal wave of thoughts you didn’t ask for.
Matched with symptoms you didn’t choose.

And suddenly, everything feels too much.