It feels like something is squeezing my heart, and while it is doing so my heart is skipping a beat or two, all the while fluttering as if a bunch of butterflies were trying to escape a single cocoon at the very same time.
A feeling of doom, dread. Surfacing or rather almost surfacing. Trying to drown me just under the surface of a deep and dark ocean current. Cold water pressing down on me, threatening to cause shock.
Eyes squeezed together, waiting for it to take me, but it never does.
Instead it continues to loom over me, threatening something it will never fully complete. Squeezing my heart – putting fear in my body. Showing glimpses of the chaos it can bestow on my life, tightening its hold on me with its many tentacles.
This is what anxiety was doing to me at 3:40 Am this morning.