Instead of doom-scrolling I’m dumping everything here. It feels messy but at least it’s out.

I know I should be sleeping but somehow I’m back on my phone instead of closing my eyes.

Nothing is wrong but my body is convinced something is. I hate how it sneaks up on me.

Replaying a tiny comment from earlier and convincing myself everyone secretly hates me for it.

Sometimes I read a message and need hours before I can answer. It doesn’t mean I don’t care.

My hands shake just thinking about standing in front of everyone. I keep rewriting the same slides.

No headphones, no notifications. Just trees, cold air, and my feet on the pavement. I needed that.

Just random text but this is where I expect text to go for where the user posts their stuff.

Everyone’s asleep and it’s the first moment today that actually feels like mine.

We only talked for an hour but I left feeling lighter. It reminded me I’m not as alone as I think.

I stared at my phone for 20 minutes before making a 30-second call. Why is this so hard?

It’s probably nothing but my brain is inventing a hundred reasons why they suddenly hate me.

It’s been years but I still come up with new replies I’ll never say out loud.

It wasn’t huge, but my manager noticed and said thank you. I’m letting myself feel proud.

Old me would’ve shut down today. New me took a breath, asked for help, and kept going.