Imagine dropping a glass but somehow managing to catch it
Life with anxiety can feel like this in an endless cycle
On good days it feels like the moment you catch it
All is right with the world and you know you won’t have to clean up any shards from the floor
There is blissful peace in knowing that things turned out to be okay and the day goes on
Bad days though feel like those seconds when it’s still in free fall
The glass is waiting for gravity to work and shatter it on the ground while you suddenly feel terrified for what will happen
If it breaks you have to explain that to your mother or father or roommate and so on
You’ll likely cut your hand a few times in the process of cleaning up the accident
Spend the next few hours wondering how you could’ve been so stupid
All those thoughts and more are running through your head in those few seconds
But see, unlike dropping a glass and catching it
Life with anxiety isn’t a thirty-second event
It’s an endless life of good and bad days, hoping the good outweigh the bad but fearing only bad will come
You hope to God you can fix things before they shatter but all you can think about is the aftermath of failure