Some days, I wake up feeling an empty heaviness in my chest, as though a weight is pressing me down. It seems to seep into everything I do, casting a shadow over even the simplest tasks. I wonder if anyone else notices or if I'm just wearing a mask that hides my struggle. The relentless ticking of the clock strains my nerves further, counting down the moments until I can finally close my eyes again. I try to shake it off, but anxiety wraps around me, tightening with each passing minute.