Fear is a funny thing. It envelops you at once, holds you tight, then lets you go as quickly as it came. Anxiousness, which can come before fear or even without, has a steady hold on your wrist. Generally not enough to completely stop you from going about your day. But just enough to make it hard to pick up and put things together, to get places. Sometimes, the anxiousness is worse, or rather, more affective, than the fear because like a bandage, the fear will be ripped off and discarded. Anxiety of fear is really a double threat, because you spend all this time anxiously awaiting the fear of the experience.
