The seat she sat on warm from the heat of the person before her,
She sat in fear and anxiety,
The voice in front of her very hazy and distant, almost impossible to make out.
The only sensation clearly present was the heat running up and down her body and the tensing up of her chest.
"I feel sick," she said,
She hears the ball of the pen hit the paper and immediately she was synced into the gentlewoman in front of her.
"What are you nervous about?" asked the woman.
"I don't know, I always feel this way; there are times that I notice how loud my stomach churns, I feel the rush of nausea, I shower and chunks of my hair fall loosely from my scalp ", she replies.
Again she hears the pen aggressively run against the paper.
"The more this all happens, the more upset I become" she concludes.
The woman in front of her lifts her head, and asks her to describe the sensation,
"Don't describe it with your typical descriptions, let me feel your experiences with your words" The woman added.
She explains "Okay, well, in the morning you wake up, and you feel weights on your chest. You get up from bed and all the blood rushes to your head so you become dizzy. All of a sudden, anxiety has woken you up! You get dressed and your stomach is so loud it seems like you haven't eaten in days but still you're not hungry at all. You spend extra time in the mirror trying to see if people can tell you're hurting.
The part of the day you dread most is having to walk to a destination, the closer you are, the more anxious you become, even though there is no reason for you to feel this way. You take a bite of your food and your stomach yells out at you so you make sure to avoid eating in front of others, music is your best friend because it helps cancel out the noise that so badly stresses you, you like walking in the dark because it's difficult to make out faces. At night even the vibration of your phone can set you off so you will occasionally shut everything off. You try to sleep at a reasonable hour but it's almost impossible when you're so awake. You don't know when or how it happened but you finally knocked out and you couldn't be more grateful."
The pen very hesitantly began to hit the paper once more.
