The feeling of dread in that moment before your alarm sounds and you open your eyes.
The moment you wake up 4 hours before your alarm and then obsessively check your phone for some reason why you woke up with less than half a night’s sleep.
The feeling that getting out of bed is just not an option, even though sleep is not at hand.
The feeling that your mind is racing, but cannot land on the source of your impending doom. Because everything is the source.
The feeling that you need to avoid the news of the world and your phone for the day, but can’t help checking anyway because you need a reason for the all encompassing panic.
The feeling that every single mistake or meanness you have ever made is beyond repair and that that is what you are.
It’s all too familiar and yet feels like a slap in the face each and every time.