There is no worse feeling than losing control of yourself. My body feels as if it’s trapped in quick sand but yet my thoughts manage to invade every vein in my body. Every inch of my skin is paralyzed with venom from the ideas my mind poisons me with. I can’t escape it no matter how much I try. While my. insides are set to flames the composure I hold on the outside is cold as ice. This is a daily occurrence for someone with anxiety. Nothing is more exhausting than walking on pins and needles every day and trying to show others you’re fine. When can I just walk on grass? I pray for the day I can feel the soft green strands wrap around my toes and hug my soul as if no one has before. In that moment I’ll know there’s hope.