Struggling.

What are you supposed to feel when there is nothing wrong, but you feel your anxiety bursting within you? There is no one thing that has gone wrong, yet you still find yourself uneasy and restless. Restless. I hate restless. Nothing wrong, rather many small things that get shoved beyond thought throughout these regular days. They arise, who gave them permission? Running a class, running a team, surviving a family, existing in my viewpoint, being a perfectionist, being different in many ways, not writing enough, not reading enough, not praying enough, not understanding myself, never getting the truth from some, being needed yet unappreciated... Those are things, yes, things that cause uneasiness. But, those are not the reason for this madness I feel. I don't know the reason. I don't care about the reason. I want a day to not face the world.