It's crawling beneath your bed every night. You wonder why sleep never comes. Your mind keeps turning, replaying its own disasters like a broken tape that cannot move forward. The room is empty. Yet the ghost of anxiety is already here.
It's crawling beneath your bed every night. You wonder why sleep never comes. Your mind keeps turning, replaying its own disasters like a broken tape that cannot move forward. The room is empty. Yet the ghost of anxiety is already here.