Syphon Off

[Anxiety - II]

Anxiety is pressure.
It can be in your head, or it can lodge itself in your gut.
Your shoulders.
Your back.
Your lungs.
It’s somewhere between your head and your body. Or, both at the same time.

It’s pronounced but not specific.
It’s agonizing but doesn’t hurt.
It can overwhelm but not necessarily intimidate.
It’s in you, it’s yours, but not who you are.
It feels like a sickness but not an ailment.

Everyone experiences it differently, but the best I can describe it is an inner pressure—with notes of worry, fear, and panic.

Where’s the pressure valve?
Not the unhealthy coping.
Not the destructive numbing agent.

What’s your concrete, repeatable, creative habit that can syphon off some of the build up?

(Warning: you may have been told at some point in your life that your pressure valve is a waste of time. In the end, if it releases pressure, it’s actually a gift of time.)