No one knows how close I am to drowning

No one knows how close I am to drowning

No one knows how close I am to drowning. These words echo in my mind as I struggle to keep my head above water, both literally and metaphorically. The weight of my emotions feels like an anchor dragging me down into the depths of despair. I put on a brave face for the world, but inside I am suffocating, gasping for air in a sea of overwhelming thoughts and feelings.

The pressure to appear strong and composed is immense, especially in a society that values stoicism and resilience. But behind closed doors, I am fighting a losing battle against the waves of anxiety and depression that threaten to engulf me. It's a constant struggle to keep my head above water, to keep from slipping beneath the surface and succumbing to the darkness that lurks below.

I feel like I am drowning in a sea of expectations and responsibilities, struggling to keep up with the demands of everyday life. The weight of my own insecurities and self-doubt drags me down, making it hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to see a way out. I am trapped in a cycle of negative thoughts and emotions, unable to break free from the suffocating grip of my own mind.

No one knows how close I am to drowning because I have become an expert at hiding my true feelings behind a mask of false smiles and forced laughter. I have mastered the art of pretending that everything is fine, even when I am barely keeping my head above water. But the facade is starting to crack, the mask slipping, revealing the turmoil that rages beneath the surface.

I long to reach out for help, to let someone in on the secret that I am drowning in a sea of despair. But the fear of judgment and rejection holds me back, keeping me isolated and alone in my struggle. I am afraid that if I let others see the depth of my pain, they will turn away, unable or unwilling to offer the support and understanding that I so desperately need.

So I continue to tread water, to fight against the tide of my own emotions, hoping against hope that I will find a way to keep my head above water. But the truth is, I am tired. I am exhausted from the constant struggle, the never-ending battle to stay afloat in a sea of uncertainty and fear. I am drowning, and no one knows just how close I am to going under.