Sick of feeling antsy and nervous all the damn time. Sick of feeling like my stomach's in knots. Sick of not resting properly, ever. Sick of trying so damn hard to fall asleep. Sick of then, waking up to know that an entire day is ahead of me and I can't live it to the fullest. Sick of repeating this again.

The thing with physical pain is that, there is a certain familiarity. But no matter how long this anxiety thing drags out, it never feels familiar. And when that happens, I can't devise ways to cope with it (unlike when faced with physical pain). What's best is that I don't know whether there's an end to it.

Unfamiliar and uncertain.