What is there to be said about anxiety that hasn’t been said already? My chest is tight like I have a corset on. I feel weak all over. My mind is telling me that I am not good enough, that this will never work, that I am wasting my time. And yet I’ve put so much effort into today, I can’t turn back. I’m trapped on a terrifying rollercoaster ride. But who knows. I like roller coasters.