
Griever
Alone Among Ghosts
- May 1, 2025
- 223
Anxiety is a silent storm. It doesn't scream - it whispers in your ear when everything is quiet, convincing you that something is wrong even when nothing is. It's waking up tired because your mind never slept. It's overthinking every word you said, every glance you received, every decision you made.
It feels like drowning in a sea where the waves are invisible, and no one else can see you struggling. You laugh in public, but inside you're gasping for air. You want to talk about it, but the fear of being misunderstood builds another wall. So you stay quiet. You smile. And you ache.
Anxiety doesn't always look like panic attacks. Sometimes, it's the absence of joy, the avoidance of people, the constant guilt over things you can't control. It's the weight in your chest that no one else notices. And some days, just getting through the day feels like a war you barely survived.
It feels like drowning in a sea where the waves are invisible, and no one else can see you struggling. You laugh in public, but inside you're gasping for air. You want to talk about it, but the fear of being misunderstood builds another wall. So you stay quiet. You smile. And you ache.
Anxiety doesn't always look like panic attacks. Sometimes, it's the absence of joy, the avoidance of people, the constant guilt over things you can't control. It's the weight in your chest that no one else notices. And some days, just getting through the day feels like a war you barely survived.