Anxious

There is a sensation indescribable by words and intangible to those who are not intrinsically sentenced to it. It calls into question all of your morals, life decisions, and self-consciousness in an inhumane process. This unfortunate occurrence goes by the name of anxiety. My name is Walt, and I have fallen victim to this phenomenon ever since I was a kid. The only thing keeping me going after all these years is the compassion and love of my family and few people I could consider friends. I'm writing to document my indescribable bond with the ones I love, and how a psychological state of being can hinder the strongest of family engagements.