Massive panic attack leading to palpitations and 180+ heart rate. My brain is in no state to write. I am a man of inaction, I am engineered to suffer in novel ways. I’m clawing so hard for reality. Anxiety is a tearing of reality, this reality could be real or false. My anxiety seems to create a void, a void that is no way shape or form good, it is far from good, it is hell. The overcoming of this is my life’s goal, in so much that if I am to become courageous in the face of this disease I can be a resting point for other people, I will have a strength and ability that is admired thus people will want to be around me I around them