The hour before I leave my notebook is a period of crippling anxiety. When I’ve no time to myself, I don’t mind. As soon as I get a little, I fear losing it. The fear of losing it paralyzes me, and then it would be just as well if I it had been lost already. The same thing happens to me when I think of my impending death.
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Anyone's Ghost 
Gorgeously described.
Man this is good. I think this is what everyone has anxiety about – no time or if we do not enough or if we have enough it’s too much.
True! It’s always one or the other.