This is what it's like to have anxiety, and this isn't even an attack, just an axious thought-process:
Allen is tyically home by five-ish on every day of the week. He calls me when he leaves and always lets me know if something comes up that makes him have to stay. 5:30 rolls around, no call. I text him and call him, no answer. Enter anxiety.
He's
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