Anxiety

So, the last few days I've had anxiety.

Anxiety is a pretty gross feeling. It's tight and uncomfortable. And most often I feel like putting a chisel to my chest and hammering it, in some vain attempt to let some of the pressure go. It's just an imaginary chisel though. But it's been persistent for three days. Now, I don't know if you recall, but anxiety is something that's still new for me. I've never dealt with anxiety before.
I don't know what to do with myself!! I'm all jittery and can't sit still. Or all I want to do is sit still and not do anything. Alicia says to think of anxiety like I would any other feeling. Like, I'm happy? Cool. Oh, I'm sad? Hmm. I'm anxious? Interesting.
It's hard though. Because when I have anxiety, my mind goes, "Something is wrong!" and not even about what's going on in my life. It's something wrong inside. If I get anxiety it should be for a reason...at least that's what part of me says. The other part says, "Erin, there is no reason. There's no reason. It's just anxiety, all by itself."
How annoying. I don't like going through my whole day feeling like I have a tightly wound, unreleasable spring inside my chest.
Anyhow, I'm still figuring out to deal with it. Honestly, I just want to not have it. Plain and simple. How about it just go away. Yeah, good idea.