often there are simply Two of Them

As someone with chronic anxiety doomspiral-brain and a lot of autism, I honest-to-god can't tell you how many times I've had a moment where Something Feels Perceptibly Wrong But I Can't Tell You What, like my vision feels wrong, I'm having a hard time focusing, I can't even relax and read something or watch videos, and I slowly build up a lot of thoughts that get harder to ignore wondering whether or not it's finally happening, is today the day something finally fails with my health, have I finally taken the first step on a long painful decline that might end up killing me if I don't see a doctor, is it already too late, and it's a smudge on my glasses. It's always a smudge on my glasses that I looked at in the wrong light and stopped subconsciously ignoring because I forgot to clean them this morning. How did it even fucking get there, I've done nothing but sit in front of a computer all day, UGH I SWEAR TO FU

I Did My Best: foolhardy, revealing your weakness to the enemy
I Did My Worst: Mysterious, vaguely threatening, impossible to define your true strength