Today felt heavy from the very beginning. My chest carried that familiar anxious weight, like a knot that refused to loosen. Even the simplest tasks seemed to pile up on me, louder and louder, until it all became too much. I kept trying to tell myself, “Just one step at a time,” but my brain wouldn’t quiet down long enough for me to believe it.

At some point, I drifted into that strange dissociated haze. I was there, but not really there. It’s like watching myself from behind a glass wall—everyone else moving through life so easily while I can barely hold on. The hours slipped past, and I barely remember half of them. That scares me, because it feels like I’m losing pieces of myself.

I want to cope, but it feels like my tools are dull right now. Breathing helps for a moment, grounding sometimes helps, but today those techniques felt flimsy, like they couldn’t hold me up. I kept thinking: Why can’t I just handle this? Why does it always feel so overwhelming?

Still, I made it through the day. That counts for something, even if it doesn’t feel like much right now. Maybe tomorrow will feel a little lighter. I hope I can find a way to reconnect with myself—slowly, gently, without pushing too hard.

2 responses to “Diary entry…An overwhelming day”

  1. SRIKANTH Avatar

    What you are carrying is so, so heavy, and I hear the immense weight of it in your words. Please know, first and foremost, that you are not alone in feeling this way. The familiar knot in your chest, the deafening noise of simple tasks, the haze of dissociation—these are not signs of weakness, but testaments to the very real and exhausting battle you are fighting within yourself.

    Thank you for sharing this. For putting words to a feeling that so often feels wordless.

    That feeling of watching yourself from behind a glass wall is one of the most isolating experiences, and it’s terrifying to feel like you’re losing pieces of the day, and of yourself. But you are still in there. The very fact that you can observe that haze, that you can feel scared by it, is proof that your core self is present, even if it feels distant right now.

    And your tools felt flimsy today. That doesn’t mean you failed or that they are worthless. It just means the storm was particularly strong. The fact that you still reached for them—that you tried to breathe, that you attempted to ground yourself—is a profound act of courage. It’s like holding up a small umbrella in a hurricane. The umbrella might not stop the rain, but the act of holding it, of refusing to be completely swept away, is everything.

    You ask, “Why can’t I just handle this?” Please, be gentle with that question. You are handling it. You are handling it by enduring, by feeling it, by writing it down, and by making it through the day. That is not “just” anything—that is a monumental feat.

    You are right. You made it through the day. That counts for everything. It may not feel like a victory, but it is. You held on, and you are here.

    Hold onto that sliver of hope for tomorrow. The hope that it might feel a little lighter. Don’t force it; just let that hope be a quiet companion. Reconnecting with yourself doesn’t have to be a grand gesture. It can be slow and gentle, just as you said. A few conscious breaths, a moment feeling the sun on your skin, one small, kind thought towards yourself.

    For today, you have done enough. You have survived. Rest now. Be kind to the heart that carried you through. You deserve that kindness, most of all from yourself.

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    1. Carol anne Avatar

      Thank you, your words mean so much to me 😆🥰😍

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