Tag: menatalhealth

  • Wait i have to check something!

    Day goes by, its been a week now and still im on the era of something that i dont know exactly, everything pop up on my mind with the idea of that im going to die, so i go to Google and try to search something what I feel, it was weird for me, that im getting this answers from internet anxious, mental health issues , heart problem acidity, stomach desease, high blood pressure and so on, i couldnt find exactly what i need to know, am i stilll on denial ?? i feel more like if as I stood in the crowded room, my heart began to pound in my chest like a drumbeat. My palms grew sweaty, and my mind started racing with worst-case scenarios. Every noise seemed distorted, every glance felt like hazy. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of expectations, unable to catch my breath. My thoughts swirled with what-ifs and maybes, each one fueling the growing sense of unease in my stomach. I felt like I was walking on thin ice, waiting for it to crack beneath me.

    My mind was a whirlwind of worries, each one tangling with the next like a knot that refused to unravel. Every step felt like a weight was pressing down on me, making my legs heavy and uncoordinated. My breath came in short gasps, as if the air itself was thick and hard to grasp.

    The world around me seemed to blur, and all I could focus on was the dread that had taken up residence in my chest. It was like being trapped in a never-ending loop of fear, with no escape in sight. i dont know when it will end this feeling, I am always tired and dont want to go out, feel so down and alone. so when??

  • lets navigate our storm,but lets talk

    Anxiety is like an uninvited guest that overstays its welcome. It creeps in, whispering doubts and fears, turning the simplest tasks into mountains that feel impossible to climb. But here’s the truth—anxiety doesn’t define us. It’s a part of the journey, not the destination.

    it’s been a year, I struggled with the weight of anxious thoughts. The racing heart, the restless nights, the constant overthinking—it felt like a never-ending cycle. But through trial and error, I found ways to manage it. Deep breathing exercises, journaling, and grounding techniques became my lifelines. I learned that acknowledging anxiety, rather than fighting it, was the first step toward healing.

    If you’re reading this and feeling overwhelmed, know that you’re not alone. Anxiety may be loud, but your strength is louder. Take it one step at a time, and remember—progress, no matter how small, is still progress