Yesterday…

Yesterday was a heavy day.

It began with a weight of anxiety that felt impossible to shake. Lately, it feels like anxiety is woven into who I am—following me everywhere, like a constant shadow.

I struggled to leave the house, but I pushed myself anyway. Once I reached my first stop, the anxiety eased, even if only for a moment.

As the day went on, it returned—quietly reminding me it hadn’t gone anywhere, my ever-present shadow.

By evening, I was spent. The invisible battle, the rise and fall of adrenaline, left me empty. Sleep came quickly, deep and heavy.

And now, morning.

The weight still lingers, faint but familiar. But there’s something else here too—a quiet resolve. A whisper that today can be softer, lighter… better.

And maybe one day, I’ll look back on this stretch of road and see it for what it was:

not where I was going,

just a place I had to pass through.