Anxiety

Anxiety is what makes me pull the covers of my bed over my entire body, because I don't want to be exposed whilst sleeping. It's what makes my heart pound in my chest like a sprinter's trainers on the track when someone hasn't replied to me.
It isn't a little voice in the back of my head, it's like a spidey sense of all that 'could' go wrong.
It makes me doubt myself and wish I could rewind time and try every possible combination of words to find the right one.
It keeps me up at night, my brain whirring and obsessing over every tiny detail.
Anxiety is like being at the top of a roller coaster and never being let down whilst people laugh at you for being a p***y.