26 June 2016
The ones where you can't ever run fast enough, because no matter how hard you try, you can only move slowly? If you can move at all?
All the while, the monster -- you can't see it, but you know it's big and evil and indescribable -- the whole time it's gaining on you.
Almost close enough to grab you.
Always out of reach.
But close enough that you can feel it breathing down your neck.
You know that absolute terror?
Try living like that all the time -- except the monster is living in your head, and there's not even the hope of waking up from the nightmare.
It's the shadow that constantly hangs over you, even in the brightest light.
The unnameable thing in the darkness that drives you to insanity, not just with the fear, but with the constant doubt planted by people questioning what you could possibly have to be anxious about.
Which, of course, just feeds the beast, because if there's "nothing to be worried about", you must be losing your mind!