When someone looking out of the window on the bus seat next to you feels like they’re invading your space.
When a girl twirling her hair becomes a personal issue and all you want to do is take a razor to her scalp because she’s getting on your last working never.
When the half smile of a co-worker makes you question their intentions for your day.
When the shirt you stayed up late to iron wrinkles up as you drive to the bus station, so automatically your whole day is ruined.
When the seat you sit in every morning for breakfast is taken by someone you’ve never seen before even though you know good and well you work at a hospital with 18,000 employees.
This is what it feels like to live on the irritable side of anxiety.