I have quite a history of anxiety. I mean full blown panic attacks. And I find it hard to explain to people sometimes because most can't see how I feel like I'm going to die when it happens. The physical changes your body rapidly goes through when experiencing a panic attack is like nothing else. It's scary and it's very real for me and many others. I write about it to not only let some of that fear out onto the paper through my pen but also to show others what it's like to experience it. I'm hoping what people get out of this is a sort of feeling that they're there. They're feeling it too just for a few seconds until they finish the poem. I think this is something to really reflect on if you're unfamiliar with anxiety or even if you do have it. It's real and it's an issue I hold very close to my heart.