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You're standing in your kitchen at 2am, staring at your phone. Your partner's away. You've got the flu, properly got it, the kind where standing up feels like a negotiation. The fridge is empty. Your best friend lives ten minutes away and you know, you absolutely know, she'd come if you asked. But you can't send the message. Not because she wouldn't help. Because asking for help feels like taking something. Like you're about to reach into her life and extract a piece of her t

You wake up tired. Not the kind of tired that comes from physical exertion, but the kind that lives in your chest, heavy and dull. You check your phone. You run through the day ahead. You scan for what might go wrong. And even though nothing has gone wrong yet, you can't shake the feeling that it will. This is anxiety. But it doesn't look like the panic attacks you see in movies. It doesn't stop you from functioning. You still go to work. You still show up. But underneath it