Imagine you're in a room, by yourself, all alone, no worries. You have all your school stuff completed, or you're all caught up with work. Nice, isn't it? But you realize, you can do more. There is always something more you can do to be more prepared. You could study more, or get a head start on your next deadline. No matter how much you do there is still more than can be done. It seems like you are in a never ending loop of stress because there is always something that you can prepare for. You will never truly catch up with everything. Doesn't that give you a sickening feeling? Oh, and that, my dear friend, is just the introduction of an anxiety attack.
Take a minute to envision yourself on the beach, the sun aligned with the horizon, casting a yellowish glow on everything, reflecting sparkling waves in the ocean water, painting the evening sky brilliant colors of pink and orange. Waves periodically rumble onto the shore, creating the perfect amount of incentive noise to enjoy the great book you're reading. But suddenly the ground starts violently shaking, and you vibrate right along with it, unable to even stand. The once calm waves morph into these enormous tsunami-like beasts. You're completely trapped, and the water scoops you in its clutches. It engulfs you and swallows you up, rendering you helpless. You can't call out for help, either. Because you can't breathe. You're just sinking deeper and deeper, and the pressure on you just keeps building and building. The black water is practically ice cold, and you're shaking is uncontrollable, even though you're using every muscle possible to reach the surface again. But all that extra energy used for nothing just makes you weaker. It's too much. You can't handle it. Soon you get lightheaded, and despite the dark of the sea, the vision around your eyes becomes white. Then, you pass out.
And it's over.
