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Whispers in the Night: Confronting Shadows of Anxiety

Silencing the Symphony of Worries Through the Power of Words

By Kageno HoshinoPublished 3 months ago 3 min read
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In the quiet corners of the night, she faced the storm within with nothing but a pen and a heart determined to conquer anxiety's whispers. 🌙✒️ #ConfrontingAnxiety #InnerStrength

Sarah sat on the edge of her bed, her hands fidgeting nervously. The room was dimly lit, with the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows on the walls. Anxiety gripped her like an invisible vice, squeezing tighter with every passing moment.

The day had begun as any other, but as the hours passed, a faint sense of unease began to creep in. Anxiety whirled about her like a hurricane in the quiet of her chamber now. It was a storm, but not the booming, violent kind; rather, it was a steady, calm drizzle that permeated everything.

Her head was full of intrusive ideas, all of them more disturbing than the last. What happens tomorrow if anything horrible occurs? What if everyone is evaluating me in private? The questions would not go away, resounding like a broken record.

She looked at the clock, as if it was taunting her with its ticking. Midnight. While the outside world slept, her thoughts were awake and racing with an uncontrollable beat. It appeared as though a million concerns had gathered for an elaborate masquerade and were competing for her focus.

Sarah took a long breath, trying to still the clamor inside. Out and in. Out and in. The small deed was meant to offer her peace, but the nervous thoughts would not go away, hanging to the boundaries of her awareness.

Sarah got up and paced the room, concluding that laying in bed would not assist her situation. The floor gave way beneath her weight, a discordant note to the symphony of her racing mind. Every step was an echo of the distance that separated her from a restful night's sleep, making her feel like a prisoner within her own head.

She started looking for a diversion and became desperate. Her fingers trembled as she reached for her phone and started browsing social media. But her feelings of inadequacy were further heightened by the well planned lives of others. Like a tidal wave, comparisons, criticisms, and self-doubt came rushing in, submerging her in a sea of insecurity.

Turning off her phone, Sarah tried to get herself from the assault of technology. She took comfort in the shadows as the room went dark. Still, the nervous thoughts continued, turning into fantastical scenes that played out in her head. Despite the implausibility of each scene, anxiousness was indifferent to reasoning.

Sarah had an epiphany and made the decision to face her thoughts head-on. She took out a pen and notebook and began writing all of her anxieties on the pages. She felt a cathartic release from the tangled chaos inside her mind as the ink flowed. Her concerns found a physical expression on the paper, a tangible depiction of the immaterial.

The grip of addiction that had seized Sarah gradually began to loosen as the night went on. Writing down her thoughts provided her some control and acted as a lifesaver amidst her anxious state. When ultimately exhaustion got the better of her, she cuddled up on the bed with the notebook by her side.

The room was bathed in warm gold tones by the dawn light. Sarah awoke with the anxiety still present but faded like a bad dream. A testament to the war fought and won in the still hours of the night, the notepad lay open.

Though words on a page provided a safe haven from the storm, Sarah had found a weapon of her own against her constant companion, anxiety. Resilience, a reminder that there was light even in the darkest recesses of the mind, accompanied her as she confronted the new day.

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About the Creator

Kageno Hoshino

Mistakes are not shackles that halt one from stepping forward. Rather, they are that which sustain and grow one's heart.

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran3 months ago

    Omgggg, this felt so relatable. I have severe anxiety and sometimes go on a downwards spiral just like Sarah. Writing has been very therapeutic for me as well!

  • I have anxiety too but not to this extent.

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