I dig my nails into my hands when the stress gets too much.
I dig my nails into my hands when the stress gets too much.
Not enough to bleed. Just enough pain to snap back. To stay present when everything else is pulling me under.
I work in finance. Long hours. Weeks away from my family. The anxiety doesn't ask permission. It just shows up.
And when it does, my hands find their way to each other. Without me even noticing.
I spent years thinking something was wrong with me.