There was a night I'll never forget. It was an ordinary evening, and I was sitting on my bedroom floor, heart racing, mind spinning through the same anxious thoughts for what felt like the hundredth time that week. My chest felt tight, my breathing shallow, and I was exhausted from the endless loop of "what ifs" that had taken over my headspace. In that moment, I reached for an old notebook from my desk drawer — not because I had a plan, but simply because I didn't know what else...
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