Just Write

Anxiety

This is what it's like to have your heart racing, slamming against your chest, and never being able to know if it'll stop.
Your body can't keep up with the rapidness.
You become winded at the slightest attempt at a fight, and you drop down into a deep, concealed hole, where the mere thought of what's next leaves you struggling for air.
Only, it's not at all refreshing like the first breath you inhale as you step outside.
It's tight and agonizing, as if your lungs are being squeezed into a crate, and with each breath the walls close in.

This is feeling like your feet are bound to the ground like chains, and the world around you is zipping right on by.
Try and try again, but the moment you get yourself to take a step forward, the ground below and you fall.

This is storing your past in the very back corner of your closet, hoping all the mess will be enough to block everything away. But of course, leave some room for your self-confidence too, as even though it occasionally likes to creep out and remind you that it's still there, it would rather back away and hide in the dark.

This is remembering the time you tripped and fell in front of your entire 5th grade class, or when you became tongue-tied while trying to make a new friend, because you weren't known as your name, you were known as "shy".
Flashbacks come at you like a slap across the face, and at the worst of times.
A flood of overwhelming emotions, still very much alive, rushes over your entire being like a wave in the ocean that sweeps you off your feet and spits you back out, salty and gagging.

This is learning to function again, carefully going through each and every simple step so there is no guarantee of screwing up.
This is constantly questioning yourself, trying to figure out if everything your mind has been telling you is the truth or blatant lies.
Because our head, the voices that we hear, influence our choices and our thoughts.
They hide behind masks and extend out a hand, but in the other is a knife waiting to fly out and stab us in the back.

This is trembling hands,
Stuttering words,
The incapability of unclenching your fists,
Or chewing your nails.

This is whispering to yourself, "It's going to be okay", but not once believing your own words.