Yo tengo ansiedad y pido perdón. Perdón si a veces me afectan cosas pequeñas, si me alejo sin motivo o me pongo triste sin poder explicarlo. No es que no quiera estar bien, es que mi mente no se apaga.
Pienso demasiado, lloro demasiado, siento demasiado... y a veces hasta respirar duele. Eso es vivir con ansiedad: una batalla silenciosa que ni yo misma entiendo del todo.
The Silent Battle
struggle with anxiety, and for that, I apologize. I'm sorry if the little things weigh me down, if I drift away for no reason, or if sadness takes over without a clear explanation. It's not a lack of will; it's a mind that doesn't have an off switch.
I overthink, I overfeel, and I cry more than I can say. Sometimes, even the simple act of breathing feels heavy. This is life with anxiety: a constant, quiet struggle that I am still trying to navigate myself.