There was an analogy that someone used to describe my anxieties and me.

I am in a battlefield. Suddenly, I look up. There\’s nobody standing. Everyone is dead, lying still. Blood spattered in my hands. And the realization that I was the one who caused it who hits me. There is nobody left. I am alone.

An analogy like that. Maybe there were other things associated with it, but suddenly I got a massive headache. Tears flow, but I don\’t want to let them fall. And the anxiety starts again.

It\’s odd but Lele\’s comment (oh and my sister\’s comment too – awww she\’s so cute, go visit her blogee!) in the last entry provided instantaneous relief. Maybe it\’s because I find that situation so funny. And fortunately, it\’s so separate from my every day dilemma.