Anxiety fills my body every day. Most days I can hide it pretty well, and I tend to do this for the sake of others and sometimes myself. Some days end like what this picture shows. In the middle of a sentence, in the middle of a thought, I lose all control.
I say the name of the man who broke my heart, I glance at a picture of Monica on the wall, a memory of my dad flashes– tears fall, heart races, I lose it all.