Mental Health
Racing thoughts, tight chest, canceling plans again — anxiety is exhausting even when you “look fine.” Share coping strategies, bad days, and small victories.
I was already standing in the doorway as if the next thing had arrived. Nothing had. The edge was the appointment. This is not an empty calendar with a size and no square. This is not tightness around a mug. This is a body waiting in a frame, and a hallway that had not asked for...
I worried the tap. Then the message. Then whether I had locked it. The day would not pick one thing. This is not tabs on a document already open. This is not leftover letters after years of the word worry. This is a Tuesday that kept handing me the next ordinary object as if each...
The panic had a beginning I could point at. Then it would not finish leaving. The clock wanted minutes. I had an afternoon that still tasted like it. This is not the dark on the edge of the bed as the whole story. This is not a stairwell while they were still talking. This is aft...
The coat was on. The door was the appointment. I did not get past the mat. This is not aisle four and a cart I had already pushed. This is not keys and a sentence about infection. The errand was still on the other side of the wood. I had a threshold that had become the whole day....
Tuesday had been quiet. Thursday it was back. A week that had let me forget, then remembered. This is not a gut flare I stood up from still in a meeting. This is not pain on a day with no bleed. I had a stretch that had almost become a person I could trust, and then Thursday used...
I was folding a towel. Then it had a name. No aisle. No meeting. No dark. Nothing on the calendar to point at. The towel was supposed to stay ordinary. I had a sudden that would not explain itself, and a pile that was still only laundry. Did a panic attack arrive while you were d...
