You ever have one of those days
where you’re sitting completely in silence,
in the real world
but somehow deeper in your own?
Surrounded by people
busy minding their own affairs.
Everyday people.
Strangers.
Humans
making their way to unknown places,
racing toward their next destination.
And you’re… just there.
Invisible to some,
unimportant to others,
just another face in the crowd,
unrecognizable, irrelevant.
But inside your head,
the thoughts are completely out of control.
Loud.
Erratic.
Messy.
Scribbled across your brain.
So loud and overpowering
they make you afraid
to be seen
or noticed.
What would you call that?
Anxiety?
BPD?
Manic?
Is it grief?
Is it pain?
Could it be PTSD?
Who knows.
But I do know
here they come.
They are not supposed to be this loud.
But…
if you could hear
the inside of my mind,
you would understand
why I sometimes disappear
while sitting right in front of you.
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 6:57 PM UTC
You ever have one of those days
where you’re sitting completely in silence,
in the real world
but somehow deeper in your own?
Surrounded by people
busy minding their own affairs.
Everyday people.
Strangers.
Humans
making their way to unknown places,
racing toward their next destination.
And you’re… just there.
Invisible to some,
unimportant to others,
just another face in the crowd,
unrecognizable, irrelevant.
But inside your head,
the thoughts are completely out of control.
Loud.
Erratic.
Messy.
Scribbled across your brain.
So loud and overpowering
they make you afraid
to be seen
or noticed.
What would you call that?
Anxiety?
BPD?
Manic?
Is it grief?
Is it pain?
Could it be PTSD?
Who knows.
But I do know
here they come.
They are not supposed to be this loud.
But…
if you could hear
the inside of my mind,
you would understand
why I sometimes disappear
while sitting right in front of you.
My personal experience with anxiety and depression, panic attacks and coping with real life underneath it all.
