Twisted and turned, first in one direction then the other, that is how you wring out a wash cloth. Squeeze and turn as hard as you can and the water drips out, until you are left with a damp cloth. That is how I feel on days when anxiety is high, I’m low from depression, and all my senses are in a heightened state from PTSD and panic. From head to toe I feel like I’m being twisted and turned.
There is a sadness that underlies and amplifies these emotions and symptoms. As I rive in pain, both physical and mental, from all the overwhelming emotions twisting and turning inside me, the only release is the tears that fall; water from the wringing. It leaves me as tired as that old damp cloth.