The worst part about anxiety attacks, is that you’re aware it’s irrational and sometimes unexplainable, but knowing that gives no aid what so ever. In most cases it deepens the anxiety as you realise “if I know it’s irrational, why can’t I stop it… Oh god I can’t stop it” you begin to believe you are no longer in control of your mind. That. That is fear.
Anxiety is a vicious, terrible beast and I deeply wish that we could banish it to the deepest, darkest little crevice. No, that’s not right for a couple of reasons. One: it’s mean, and two: it would cause it to multiply or grow exponentially or however it reproduces. So maybe we can send anxiety out for ice cream, like, really, reeeeaaally good ice cream. I’m talking Blue Bell, or, hey, why not gelato instead? Then maybe we could all get on with our lives.