Anxiety. It’s a swarm of thousands of tiny, bright yellow, buzzing insects. On the best of days it’s just kind of … there. Just at the edge of your vision, a low hum, threatening to attack, to cover the world around you with the yellow.
On the worst of days, it’s on your skin, vibrating. It covers every inch of your body, feeding on your discomfort, the oil and sweat and grime on your body. It clouds your vision completely. It’s in your ears, making it difficult to hear the sounds of the world around you. It doesn’t sting, doesn’t bite, but it’s a sensation that overwhelms all other sensations.