You’re feeling anxious.

You’re reeling from an anxious moment.

Jean-Paul Sartre said that “hell is other people.”

You and your thoughts move quicker. You start to pace. You’re in a mild panic.

Your fear sits on you, like an enormous, furry swine, Holding you down till your ribs turn in.

Setting goals. Being consistent with our work every day. Eating healthy. Getting out of bed early. That kind of thing.

Most of us are so brutal to ourselves in thought over so many years, we lose touch with what it’s like to be genuinely at ease in our souls.

It took many years to realise that our many forms of mental anguish arise more from our judgement of others than of the perceived judgement others inflict on us.

We smile and let out a sigh of relief. Others we know are chilling. They are doing things, but they are not working. That means all is ok right? We can do the same.

I’ve always been hypersensitive and can get overwhelmed by thinking.

As a writer, I have been neglecting reading for long stretches. It is not a luxury in this industry, it is a must.

Often, because we can’t bear the sensation for even a few minutes, we do things that feel good fleetingly, but once we’re done, we’re back to that feeling.

‘Writer’s block’ is the moment you know you should be writing and you can write, but you aren’t writing.