The Weight of a Restless Mind
I pushed myself hard to tackle the laundry and wash the dishes, forcing my way through each task until they were done. But the clutter in the storeroom? That felt different, looming over me like a mountain. No matter how much I wanted to clear it, I just couldn’t bring myself to start. It felt too hard, too overwhelming. My mind raced while my body refused to move. I felt stuck, the weight of everything pressing me down, making it impossible to take that first step. The plans I had made and the opportunities I could seize seemed so far away. I desperately wanted to act, but I couldn’t summon the strength anymore. It was a strange paradox—my mind was restless, swirling with thoughts, while my body felt heavy and idle, frozen in place. I didn’t even feel like going outdoors these days. It wasn’t just physical stillness; my soul felt restless too, anxious about the present and terrified of the future. Panic rose within me, gnawing at my insides and pulling me into a dark loop of "wha...