That moment where you feel the panic building and there’s nothing you can do sucks.

I don’t know why or when or how bad it will be, but I feel it. It’s like knowing a train is going to derail but not knowing at what stop or time.

I’m hoping it recedes and nothing comes of it, but I know better by now. So I’ll just wait and try to prepare as best I can.

Let my obsessive thoughts commence and my controlling personality crumble under the knowledge that this I cannot control.

By Angie Amadon

Wife and fur-mom of 3. Depression and anxiety are with me always, but do not define me.

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