Living with anxiety sucks.

Living with anxiety is like living with a major leak and just using duck tape to fix it.  You never know when one day it's just all going to explode. Sometimes it will come in waves. Just like the ocean, where the tides will slowly come and go. You know exactly your triggers and how to move through it calmly. Yet other times its like a tiny paddle boat in the middle of a storm, it kills you. It will hit you like someone dropped one of those cartoon piano on you. Breathe in through your nose, and out of your mouth they say. You would think that would be easy right? Something that everyone does. But living with that monkey on your back is not that easy. Most days I can't even remember what normal breathing looks like. Most of the time I spiral into this black hole that I then begin to dig my way down deeper. Living with anxiety sucks.