Push Me Off

My anxiety is slowly pushing me over an edge that I’m not ready to go over. See, for the past week my anxiety has been driving me absolutely insane. I’ve been sitting in my room, waiting for something that isn’t going to happen. Is it good or bad? I don’t know. I don’t know what it is or what I’m waiting on but last night it hit it’s peak. I felt like I had something to do. Something important. I kept pacing across my floor, hoping I’d know what it meant. Which, finally, subsided 4 hours latter. Maybe this is a way of telling myself to try and get better? Or maybe it’s a way of urging myself of this cliff of absolute insanity. I’m not sure..I don’t know..