The Lies Anxiety Told Me

<h3><span style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>If you've ever thought to yourself anxiety got me F'd up this journal is for you.</span></h3><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>This journal wasn't made to fix you; it was made to hold the mess. The overthinking. The spiraling.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>The parts of you that are tired of being the strong one. It's for the Black woman who's smiling in meetings but breaking down in silence. The one who keeps pushing because stopping feels too dangerous. The one who knows anxiety is real but has been told to pray harder be grateful or just relax.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>If you've ever whispered to yourself</span><strong style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)><em> anxiety got me F'd up</em></strong><span style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)> this space is yours. Inside these pages you'll name the lies anxiety told you and slowly write your way back to the truth. No pressure to sound healed. No fake affirmations. No pretending. Just honesty</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Page by page. Thought by thought.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>This is your space to say the quiet parts out loud and finally breathe.</span></p>