Fourth day.

I wish I could stay home safe.

But can’t.

I should have, I could have.

But can’t.

For straight two weeks I have this pressure on my chest that makes it hard to breath and I can’t get rid of it.  It stayed there like a knife stuck to my chest.

I took a long deep breath, thrice

I took a long loud sigh, nada.

Anxiety.

The fleeting feeling that something wrong is about to happen, even though everything seems fine and you have no actual reasons to worry…

Anxiety.

The fear of something invisible to the eye.

Tomorrow I will be back to work again with a halo called

anxiety.

G.