My feeling of anxiety and depression is feeling like I’m on the cusp of death, ready to shake it’s hand while tears steam down my face. The cold bathroom tile draws out my breath quick and fast enough to hide my panic. It sends tiny geese on a chase across my skin and with every thump of my jumping heart I grasp my chest like a net. I can also hear the drain guzzling down the water I barely remember turning *focus on the water*. My body goes on a wild goose chase almost every night now. I wonder when this hunting season ends.