Every single day we go through the same routines. Wake up. Get ready. Go to work or school. Eat. Come home. Sleep. And repeat. Why do we do the same things day in and day out? It could be because it’s what we are used to. Or, it could be because it’s what our brains tell us to do.

We all live in our heads from day to day. Everything we see, hear, smell, touch, and taste goes though our brains to be processed and remembered. Whether that be for short term, or long term memory. We look back at these thoughts, ideas, and worries, sometimes consciously, but sometimes we are unaware of these things. Sometimes they are put to the back of our minds, to never be thought of again. Other times, they conquer our minds. They are constantly flooding through our thoughts, worrying us from head to toe. Making our brains go numb, our lives freeze, our bodies hot, and our breathing sporadic. These mundane tasks begin to worry us. We don’t know why we are panicking, but suddenly everything we ever thought we needed to do, becomes first on our to do lists.

We feel the need to do everything that isn’t even relevant to this moment in time. Our feelings become overwhelmed by our thoughts. We are only one person with a limited amount of time! Our hands begin to tremble. It becomes harder to take in air. Our hearts begin to beat so rapidly that it begins to hurt. But we can’t stop any of it, or slow it down. Because it has already overtaken our bodies. We are now passengers to this thing, this demon.

The scary thing about this demon is, that you can try to get rid of it, but it just won’t leave us alone, like our shadows. Once it’s there, it’s there for good. Suffocating us. Making our lives miserable, creating hell on Earth that only we can see. We can push it down with all of our might, but it’s just too strong. It defeats us, it overtakes our only source of comfort, our thoughts.

It drowns us, making us unable think rationally, unable to smile, and unable to be ourselves.

The simplest of things can seem upsetting to us, or like the end of the world. We realize that it’s silly to worry, or get upset, but it can’t be stopped. Once those things upset us, we set into a deep sadness for no reason. Making us feel worthless. Like we can’t accomplish anything in life. That we can’t do anything right. Making it seem as though smiling is the hardest goal to achieve. We want to be alone during this time, but also want to talk to someone. Making us not know what to do, whether to talk to people, or hide away and be alone like a caveman. Curling up in a ball seems like the best option, but in a few more hours, or even days, then everything will magically become better. The demon relinquishes back to the unknown.