"Anxious" is normal when there is something important on the line. It's okay to feel it. All emotions are there to educate you. What is not normal is for that feeling to be there all the time. Some emotions are supposed to be short term guests, others are welcome to stay for the long term.
Anxiety is the leak in your energy bucket. If there is a hole in your bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza, you need to settle yourself down and take a bit of time to make the necessary repair.
Anxiety can come from paranoia or reality (eunoia), and it takes talking with a person who is wise to learn the difference and become calm within.
Anxious is a natural state, a form of function that is mistaken for dysfunction, for there is truly much in this world that needs fixing for all. That plus the brain can only quell anxiety properly after the mid-twenties. So for now, I need calm folks around me, those who have mastered themselves and can show me how to achieve the same.
Everything and everyone shows me that all will be okay, but I'm anxious. It comes as an electrical storm in my brain that, quite honestly, is painful. It's different from a headache and it feels the same as intense sorrow, perhaps as a sort of frozen panic with nowhere to go. So though I appear calm, my sad eyes are saying far more than "Help me," they are saying that my soul is in such unbearable pain and all for the lack of real love.
The anxiety is like being hooked up to a cattle fence - not enough voltage to kill but sufficient to keep things uncomfortable. I guess that's the downside of knowing things are awry instead of living in blissful ignorance. But what is there to do other than breathe, walk and figure things out just a little at a time?
The anxiety sits below my smile, my actions, my silly jokes... It is there like over- caffienation but without the option not to drink a cup. So there I am, all amped up with no escape.
Janet felt the need to move almost without end; if her limbs were moving the anxiety was gone, or at least she could ignore it a while. As the countryside passed she could loose herself in nature, much like in a dream. It was only inside walls that she knew it was still there, coursing through her veins as if it hitched a ride on her blood cells.
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