Dishes stack in the sink, a junk drawer spills onto the floor, and I slide down head between my hands. My chest tightens, my breaths get quicker, and anxiousness tries to settle again. I love the reason for the mess, it represents life, joy, family, and friends; however being surrounded by it alerts my nerves and I am a puddle of anxiety.
From this place of honesty, I have been working on this.