Sit on a bench?

And cross,

Your ankles,

Behind you?

Then.

Quickly.

Right them again?

Just in case.

You forgot.

Got up,

And fell?

This is something that has been on my mind a little bit as I have been getting better. Anxiety is, of course, a mental illness and yet I have always been fascinated by the way it affects me physically.

A panic attack for me always starts in my fingertips. That one back in the summer was so bad I could barely walk.

I’m better now. A lot better than I have been for a long time.

Still frightened to cross my ankles behind me though!