Feels like an obstacle course, I guess. You know where you want to go, but there's all this clutter in the way, and it's a struggle to get through all of it. Sometimes you even have to give up and run around an obstacle instead, effectively switching lanes for another route. Or maybe it feels like something's attacking your mouth, and you have to fend it off. You can try to dodge and weave to avoid the attacks, but it doesn't guarantee that there won't be more, or that you're on sure footing afterwards. Not sure whether you wanted metaphors, though. I don't know what it _feels like_, except that I'm spending a lot of energy and thought on trying to get my messages across.