I’d lie in bed replaying a random conversation from three years ago like it was breaking news.“Why did I say that?”“Did they think I was weird?”“Should I move to another country and start over?”
You ever spiral like that? Like your brain grabs one tiny thing and suddenly you’re mentally unemployed, socially rejected, and possibly being chased by imaginary judgmental people?
Yeah. That.
And somewhere in the middle of all that chaos, I kept hearing about how mindfulness reduces anxiety and overthinking. It sounded… nice. Also a little annoying.
Like, what do you mean just “be present”? I can’t even be present in a 10-minute meeting without planning dinner, reliving childhood embarrassment, and wondering if pigeons have feelings.
But—(and this...
For the longest time, I thought stress vs anxiety was just… two fancy words for the same miserable feeling.
Like—
“You’re overwhelmed? Cool, you’re stressed.”“You’re overthinking? Same thing, still stress.”
That was my expert-level understanding.
Which is… embarrassing now.
Because turns out, they’re not the same. Not even close sometimes.
And I didn’t realize this until one random Tuesday (why is it always Tuesday?) when I was freaking out over… literally nothing.
No deadline. No reason.
Just vibes. Bad ones.
The Time I Was “Stressed”… But Actually Not
I remember this so clearly.
I was sitting on my couch, laptop closed, work done for the day.
No pressure. No tasks.
And yet—
My chest felt tight.My brain was racing.I kept thinking something was wrong… but couldn’t figure...