Do you know the feeling you get the moment you realise you just made a mistake? When you realise you can't make the jump right after you leaped, when you realise that the words you said should have been thought out better before spoken. The drop of the stomach, the cold sweat that breaks on your skin. That's the closest I can describe to what it feels like with my anxiety. It swallows me whole and envelopes me in fear and worry. I can never tell if the venom I hear in people's voice is really there or just part of my imagination. I can hide it well I think. I can laugh and make jokes and come off as carefree but it's always there. It always hurts.
