One word I'd use to describe my anxiety is.....

Freezing

our body is a - box with seven holes..like a flute allow the body to accept the fine tuning ...who can tune us ? only God.

Consuming

anxiety--- im tired of it.we all are in earth for some special thing once our purpose isi over we all fly away our wings are inborn nobody dares to know.if only a unicorn can fly like a bird cant we understand the basic as nothing lasts forver...we are marching forward...to a new creation and new dawn....some times thinking back gives me anxiety which stops all my dreams...

Emotional prison

Suffocating!

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Burdening

draining

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