10 min · No one sees you rest, and that is the point. Sleep is the unseen labor that quietly rebuilds you, the private hours that ask for no witness and no proof.
10 min · Sometimes anxiety isn't about any one thing, it's a braced, low hum that something is wrong with you. Here, you offer yourself the reassurance a kind parent would.
10 min · Somewhere along the way, someone looked at what you wanted and did not believe in it, and without deciding to, you picked up their disbelief and carried it as your own.