Open Question: Short story I had to write about Anxiety? Does this describe you?

My Psychiatrist and Social Worker asked me to write a short story about my Anxiety, I suffer from Severe Anxiety so you might be worst of than me, or vice-versa. But does this describe you? Or open your eyes to the horrors or Anxiety? At times, life would seem like a never ending nightmare, my heart would race so fast that it felt like it was fighting to keep me alive, or it was trying to break out of my chest. I would begin to breathe faster and lose the ability to talk, it was then when I would panic and begin to feel like the whole world was focusing on me, staring at me and scrutinizing me, these feelings would make me paranoid, scared and dizzy. At times these fears would prevent me from walking out of my home, they would make me stay in my home and block out the rest of the world, but even then, I would feel vulnerable, sometimes with my own family, if any of them walked too close to my I would flinch, or jump away, the paranoia would make me think that everything is out to harm me. Locked up in my bedroom, safe from the outside world, the paranoia and anxiety would still affect me, and I would still never be able to relax, when home alone I feel the need to constantly look at the bottom of my bedroom door to make sure there is no shadow, and that nobody is stood outside waiting for me, I would feel the need to frequently stare at my window to make sure nobody is outside, staring at me. When alone in my home, or when the rest of the household are asleep, I sometimes find myself too scared to leave my room to go to the bathroom, I race from room to room to make sure nothing grabs me on my way from one room to another, I check all mirrors to make sure nobody is stood behind me and fear looking down the stairs in case somebody is stood at the bottom waiting to get me. Even when alone in the bath or shower, I fear closing my eyes when I put my head under the water in case, when I open them again, somebody is stood there in the room with me, this also happens when lying in bed, I keep my eyes closed and do not want to open them in the fear that somebody will be waiting for me. At times I will think I see shadows running along the walls, and race to my room, terrified, and start to think I am being watched. Even when I sleep, I tend not to dream; instead I have nightmares of somebody chasing me, and me never being able to escape from them. This is the life that I have, the life of somebody with Anxiety.