brain: everything is about to fall apart. 
reality: it’s a quiet saturday morning, and you are just making toast.

why do we do this?
why do we treat a perfectly good saturday like a waiting room for a disaster?

anxiety is just your imagination bullying your reality.
it’s a glitch in the system that makes you pay interest on a debt you don’t even owe yet.

we spend so much energy mourning a life we haven’t even lost that we forget to inhabit the one we have.
stop pre-grieving.
stop checking the locks on doors that aren’t even there. stop haunting your own house.

the lights are still on. the room is warm. exhale. the air is free. take it.

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yes, the lowercase is intentional. lowercase is how anxiety feels: quiet but constant, a low-frequency hum that refuses to take up space properly but fills the whole room anyway.
it’s the lack of a “capitalized” structure when your brain feels like it’s melting into a run-on sentence. we’re embracing the aesthetic of the overthinker today.