The Five O'Clock Struggle
There is this feeling when the end of the day approaches and you haven't seen the sun—not because you didn't go outside, but because there was no sun to be seen—that seems to surreptitiously invade my pores and make me feel like crap. For me, it means that my heart will discreetly start racing and my chest will feel tight, like there is a knot in there somewhere that needs undoing—and it took me almost thirty years to understand that this is what they call anxiety.