At this point, breathing incorrectly is probably a diagnosis.
Some people have anxiety. Real anxiety. The kind that doesn’t clock off, doesn’t negotiate, and doesn’t care if you’ve got things to do. It’s exhausting, private, and very real.
And then there’s… whatever this is.
A mixture of not getting you own way; and sulking about it.
Didn’t get what you wanted? Anxiety. Had to speak in public? Anxiety. Felt uncomfortable for five whole minutes? Better label it before it escalates into personal growth.
We’ve taken normal human friction — nerves, rejection, awkwardness — and medicalised it. Because apparently the worst thing that can happen to a person now is feeling slightly uneasy.
It’s not anxiety. It’s life!
But life doesn’t get much airtime anymore. It doesn’t come with sympathy, validation, or a neat little label you can post about. So, everything gets upgraded into something more serious than it is.
And the more we do that, the less anything means.
Because when everything is anxiety, the people who actually have it get drowned out by the noise of people who just don’t like being uncomfortable.
One is a condition.
The other is a low tolerance for inconvenience.
And pretending they’re the same doesn’t make you self-aware.
It just makes you a bit loud.
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Thanks. Better check it out but it should be up today!