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…
For a while, I couldn’t figure out why my anxiety seemed to spike every time life got a little unstructured. Days off felt more exhausting than workdays. Simple choices like “when should I eat?” or “what should I do next?” left me frozen. Turns out, it wasn’t laziness or lack of motivation—it was anxiety caused…
There was a time I canceled every social plan for months. I couldn’t explain it—just the thought of being around people made my chest tighten. No one knew because I got good at hiding it. I’d send that “Sorry, not feeling great today” text and hope they didn’t press for details. That’s what anxiety disorders…