Stories of concealed struggles, heavy assumptions, and the silent means I’ve found out to hold myself with each other.
On certain days, I feel like my mind is a Jenga tower, secure on the outside however one mistake from disaster. It doesn’t take much. A long time out from a person dear to me, an off comment from a coworker, or just the strangely empty silence of a night with my very own ideas.
I’ve found myself crying for no noticeable factor two times in two days, and then chuckling bitterly since the last time that happened was just a few months ago.
Anxiousness lingers like smoke. Anxiety never ever leaves; it hunkers down, concealed behind my regular drape.
My self-confidence ebbs and flows unpredictably.
Life does not get better, it becomes a sharp roar, all my tensions turn up like I flipped a quantity handle to the max.
Despite that, I still handled to complete the exercise. Running, lifting, sweating, some points maintain me rational, however just on a bit-by-bit basis. I can feel a healthy and balanced body and a ruined spirit.
What hurts much more is recognizing that many individuals bear larger concerns, calmly, with deliberative stamina. That ought to bring viewpoint and usually …