Is This Just My Anxiety?

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It’s 3 a.m. and I’m awake.
With thoughts and worries,
Mental notes —
Maybe I need a bathroom break?

It’s 4:36
I toss and turn.
The worry crushes,
The worry burns
As time ticks.

It’s 9 o’clock,
The sun is up.
Better trudge over
To pour a cup.

It’s 9:14 and
I can’t see.
My vision’s fuzzy,
Hands shaking, fear
RAGING.
Remember to breathe.

Friends are good,
Therapy is great,
But what I really need is some fucking….

Nvm I’m fine;
I just ate.