Car Wash

My anxiety is through the roof right now. My fingers are numb and I feel like someone poured battery acid down my throat. I want to go home and hide under my covers.

This morning I dreamt that I was waiting in a large old home. The back of the house had been turned into a professional car wash. I walked through bizarre rooms trying to pass time while my soapy car slid between the scrubbing brushes. I worried whether I had closed my windows or not. I wrung my hands and avoided conversations with strangers. The way I was acting made it appear as if I had lost my mind.

I was separated from my vehicle, but it felt more like I was separated from my body. I wanted to be back in my body. I wanted to feel safe. Instead, I felt like a coward. I just felt like the world around me was cold and unforgiving.

It is obvious that these frightened feelings have yet to pass. I will do my best to wade through them because sooner or later this car wash must end.