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Aleksander Constantinoropolous's avatar

Reading this felt like someone finally translated the silent storm I’ve been carrying into a language that doesn’t gaslight me.

The part about knowing it’s anxiety and still believing it—that right there. It’s like arguing with a fire alarm that won’t stop screaming, even though the toast isn’t even burnt.

Thank you for naming the exhaustion, the guilt, the strength it takes just to show up. This wasn’t just comforting—it was a mirror held up with compassion instead of judgment. I’m bookmarking this for the days when “trying” just means breathing through it.

You didn’t just write about anxiety—you created a soft place to land.

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Lurley Noe's avatar

This sounds like grief that comes not just with the loss of a loved one but with the weight of the responsibilities that were not yours prior to the loss, but have been heaped upon you since that loss.

Keep writing… you are putting feelings into words for many who know not how to express those feelings.

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