Goodnight Everyone until tomorrow As the anxiety builds it rises like a tide inside my ribs, a press…
Goodnight Everyone until tomorrow As the anxiety builds it rises like a tide inside my ribs, a pressure I can’t name. I can’t breathe— not the way I want to, not the way I used to. Only in my thoughts do I find a doorway, a thin-lit place where the air loosens and I remember I’m still here, still fighting to steady the storm that no one else sees.
