Anxious Trail
Nothing comes close to the tightening feeling of anxiety, especially when you have nothing to do. It feels like your head, the brain, the skull, the surrounding skin, has got a sentience of its own. It considers you not having anything to do with, you having no drive in your brain. It thinks you have no thoughts. You then start to feel like your head is shrinking, and shrinking, as if the head is trying to cover the “empty places” so that in the end, you only get to use the area that the head thinks you have. This is kind of the feeling that I sometimes grapple with every day. Even today, when I don’t have any tasks right now. I am writing this article in an attempt to keep my head filled so that it does not start to tighten. The words above might feel too fashionable and metaphorical to some, but to those who grapple with constant anxiousness about where their life is heading, the same words could be akin to looking in a mirror. Why does it ha...