Anxiety's Prank

Anxiety convinced me I was dying for three years straight. Every headache was

a brain tumor, every chest pain a heart attack. My doctor was tired of seeing

me, until a therapist asked: 'Name five things you see.'

My brain literally short circuited, too busy catastrophizing to answer. That's when it

clicked. My anxiety wasn't protecting me, it was pranking me daily.

I started using grounding tricks, meal prepping, and a worry journal.

Asking for help wasn't defeat. It was the most rebellious act against my own

brain. You're not broken for struggling, you're human for trying.