Teenagers today seem to have it all — smartphones, endless information, social media fame — but beneath that glossy surface, anxiety is silently weaving its way into their daily lives. I’ve seen it up close with my niece, who went from a bubbly, outgoing girl to someone who dreads going to school because of “this…
Chest pain is scary. There’s really no other way to say it. I remember sitting at my desk one afternoon, feeling this tight, nagging pain right in the center of my chest. For a split second, I thought, “Is this it? Is this a heart attack?” I was in my early 30s, relatively healthy, no…
Chest pain is scary. There’s really no other way to say it. I remember sitting at my desk one afternoon, feeling this tight, nagging pain right in the center of my chest. For a split second, I thought, “Is this it? Is this a heart attack?” I was in my early 30s, relatively healthy, no…
If you’ve ever stared at your screen at 2AM, eyes heavy but mind racing, wondering if what you’re feeling is just exhaustion—or something deeper—you’re not alone. I’ve been there. For the longest time, I brushed off the knots in my stomach, the constant sense of dread, and even the unexplained irritability as “just stress.” It…
Last summer, I found myself at a beach party with my closest friends. Everyone was laughing, the music was good, and the sunset was picture-perfect. And yet, there I was—heart racing, palms sweaty, mentally spiraling over something that hadn’t even happened. That’s the thing about anxiety—it doesn’t care if you’re somewhere beautiful or surrounded by…
There was a time I thought I had my anxiety under control. I was doing the breathing exercises, getting through social events without ducking out early, and even managing a full night’s sleep. But somewhere along the way, things shifted. Subtly, then all at once. And if you’re reading this, maybe you’re wondering the same…
I used to think that my habit of double-checking the door lock five times before bed was just a quirky part of who I am. I brushed it off until I noticed it started bleeding into other parts of my life — rereading texts obsessively before hitting send, tapping the side of my mug every…
It started out subtle—like not wanting to go to crowded places, or feeling off during grocery runs. I brushed it off, called it stress or fatigue. But then, I found myself turning down invites, avoiding public transport, or even skipping errands just to stay within my “safe zone.” That’s when I stumbled across a term…