There’s a feeling that’s hard to articulate, part-physical, part-emotional. A feeling of restlessness in the mind and in the chest. Slight nausea. A tenseness in the shoulders and a lack of comfort. No matter how I sit, stand, move around or lie down, I feel uncomfortable. Everything aches a bit and I want to escape from my own body as much as from my own mind. I wish I could cast it off and step out in the same way that every morning (on all but the worst days) I pull off the quilt and step out of bed.
Antsy, anxious and on edge for no obvious reason. It could just be boredom. It could be a general symptom of unease with life.
But, of course, the big fear is that it is symptomatic of another drop and that this will never end.