I have had an intense felling of anxiety since late last night. I can't figure out what is causing the disruption of my usual tranquility. I suppose it could be all of the pent up aggravations I have internalized to maintain my typically calm demeanor. Maybe it is my sixth sense warning me of impending change. Whatever it is, I am on edge.
I know now, because I have felt this before, that as long as I do not allow the anxiety to fully consume me, in a matter of time I will snap back. But this feeling of purgatory can be relentlessly cruel as I try to create any sense of normalcy today. I am on the fucking edge.
Even my body seems to be rebelling against order. I feel queasy and ill. I am bitting my nails again and, I haven't done that in years. I am like a word on the tip of your tongue, a thought that itches the brain. I am the edge.
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