My anxiety is through the roof this morning.
The day is grey and cloudy, and the snow has begun.
Patrick is on his way to work, and I am already fretting about how he's going to get home.
My chest is tight, and my breathing is labored.
I feel like every hair on my body is standing on end, preparing for fight or flight, though neither is helpful in this situation.
I feel heavy, all over.
The fog is rolling into my mind, and I don't know how to fight it off.