In response to The Daily Post.
My anxiety attacks are as like the tide. Everything starts with a flow that builds up for what seems to be a painful long time. The quiet murmering of the waves turns into a terrifying roar as they race towards the coast. When they reach the shore, they come down with a loud crash, destroying everything on their way down. Then, all of a sudden, every little bit of energy is lost. The body of water lingers around limply until the ebb sucks it back into the ocean of my feelings. But as surely as the ebb is followed by the flow, it will rise again.