Today has been one of those days where anxiety sits in the driver’s seat, and I feel like a passenger just holding on. My emotions have been unpredictable—swinging from restless energy to heavy sadness, and sometimes crashing into irritation over the smallest things.
It’s hard to trust my own reactions when they feel so out of proportion. I know logically that nothing catastrophic is happening, but my chest feels tight, my thoughts keep racing, and my body stays tense as if something terrible is right around the corner. It’s exhausting to carry this invisible weight.
What frustrates me most is how unstable it makes me feel. I want to be steady, calm, and grounded, but anxiety keeps shaking the floor beneath me. One moment I’m fine, the next I feel like I might unravel. It makes me question myself and whether people notice the cracks in my composure.
Still, writing this down gives me a small sense of release. Even if I can’t quiet the storm right now, at least I can name it. Maybe that’s the first step toward steadiness—acknowledging that my instability doesn’t define me, it just visits me.
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