Perfectionism used to be my badge of honor. I thought being meticulous, detail-obsessed, and never satisfied with “good enough” meant I was driven and disciplined. But at some point, that drive turned into a daily tug-of-war with anxiety. I’d agonize over emails for hours, rework projects unnecessarily, and feel crushed by the fear of letting…
If you’re like me, you’ve probably had those days where you put things off not because you’re lazy, but because your mind just won’t stop racing. It’s like this invisible pressure sits on your chest the moment you try to start anything important. That’s anxiety. And when it tangles up with procrastination? It becomes a…
It’s 8 PM. The house is finally quiet, but my mind? Loud. Between managing a full-time job, helping my kids with homework, and coordinating doctor appointments for my aging parents, I often feel like I’m teetering on the edge. If you’re anything like me—juggling caregiving responsibilities while battling the creeping weight of anxiety—you’re not alone….
For a long time, I brushed off the unease I felt in my relationship. I chalked it up to overthinking or being “too sensitive.” But the tightness in my chest before date nights, the dread before serious conversations, and the obsessive thoughts about where things were going—those weren’t just passing emotions. They were red flags…
It started for me during a particularly rough patch in life. Deadlines piling up, zero sleep, and emotionally stretched so thin I could almost feel it. Then came these annoying little specks floating across my vision. At first, I thought I was just tired. Maybe I hadn’t slept enough. But they didn’t go away. In…
It started in college — the creeping sense that none of it made sense. You’re studying for exams, laughing with friends, maybe even dating someone great… but there’s this underlying dread that hits out of nowhere. I used to brush it off as stress. Turns out, it wasn’t just stress — it was *existential anxiety*….
It started innocently enough. A small choice — screen time before dinner or after? Suddenly, I was spiraling. What if I was damaging my kid’s development? What if every decision I made carried long-term consequences? That’s how anxiety over parenting decisions crept into my life — subtly, then all at once. If you’ve ever questioned…