Anxiety weighs upon the soul like a stone in your pocket.
A weight in your chest that makes you feel as though you can't move, or breathe, or even think.
You want to smother yourself in the comfort of blankets, ingest the warmth of tea to melt the cold stone of anxiety.
No amount of comforting your body or mind seems to ease the ache, the constant niggling heaviness of the anxiety.
You can only breath and wait it out.
Like a storm outside-no amount of battling the wind with your inside-out umbrella can make the sun return.