Disembodied Anxiety.

Anxiety is an interesting phenomenon. It starts off being a lifeless, suffocating mass that sits on the back of problems and bad prospects. At that stage its grip is loose and its effect temporary; it comes and goes as the problem fades in and out of view. But it can become a habit, and when that happens it gains a life of its own. No matter how much its progenitor is pushed aside, anxiety sits huffing in the solar plexus, tugging at the soft tissue and stirring the concentration into an agitated mass of weak porridge.