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Some days, my heart feels like a sealed chamber filled with a tempest—an unwelcome tempest, one I cannot articulate, a tempest that roars louder than the surrounding world. And that’s the aspect no one really discusses: not the trembling hands, not the rapid breaths, not the racing thoughts—but the ...

Anxiety is a subtle guest with heavy steps. It arrives unexpectedly, let itself in, and suddenly the space I occupy feels too confined for the magnitude of my own heartbeat. It’s peculiar, how one can be surrounded and still feel as if they’re standing on an island of uncertainties, waves of concern...