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I am 57. Not only does it feel like "something wicked this way comes" but there is also this feeling that the whole world is holding it's breath. Almost as though we are all waiting for some catalyst or sign or event that puts an end to this feeling of being put on hold. This vague, unexplained unease we feel. Something terrible lurking just out of our field of vision but we all feel it closing in. I cannot count the number of people who have told me they wish that whatever is going to happen would just get on with it. That this waiting for the thing in the darkness is unbearable.
Jokes on them. That's anxiety and the "just wish this would happen so we can get over it" is the start of a long depression about how nothing changes and nothing we do actually matters.