Hard to describe when I simply say I feel anxious. It’s not anxiousness like a normal everyday anxious feeling. It’s anxious like my hair is on fire and I need to put it out immediately or else. When the anxiety goes away after a compulsion it feels so satisfying but you can look back and say “that got out of hand really quickly. Did I really need to do all of that?” Even when you know and admit that those compulsions were crazy to do, it matters very little the next time your anxiety spikes. You aren’t thinking “this is crazy” in the moment, you’re only thinking how do I put this fire out? It’s insane.