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— Does it ever feel like it's going to actually tear you apart? — Constantly. Not in a loud way. It's more like standing too close to something that's slowly heating up, and I keep thinking, okay, a little more and I'll just burn through, and then it doesn't happen, and the heat stays. — What does it feel like from the inside? — Like anxiety is melting me from the inside out. Not a sharp pain, something slower and more thorough. And whatever I don't know, whatever hasn't been said clearly, makes it worse, because the uncertainty just keeps feeding it. It runs hotter every time there's a gap I can't fill. — Gaps in what? — In anything. A text that could be read two ways, a pause in a conversation that went on a second too long, a tone I can't decode. Every small misunderstanding leaves another crack, and I'm the one who has to live inside the cracks afterwards, because nobody else even noticed them. — That's a lot of weight for something small. — It doesn't feel small once it's in. That's the thing. Any negativity, even a stranger's bad mood, even something that had nothing to do with me, just passes straight through like I don't have a surface. It doesn't bounce off. It goes in and settles somewhere deep and starts slowly eating whatever was still holding together. — Eating what, exactly? — I don't know. Whatever's left that works. The calm parts, the parts that could still be patient with people. It all gets a little thinner each time, and I can feel it thinning, and I can't do anything except watch. — And then what do you do with all of it? — Nothing, really. I go quiet. I tell myself it's fine, because explaining it would take more than I have, and also because of the other thing. — What other thing? — That whichever way I look at it, whatever the situation was, whoever was right, I always end up feeling like the worst person in it. Even when it wasn't me. Even when I can see clearly that it wasn't me. I walk away feeling like a creature, something that took up space it shouldn't have. — That doesn't sound like a fair verdict. — It isn't. I know it isn't. But it arrives before the reasoning does, and by the time I've argued my way back to something reasonable, I'm too tired to believe it. — So you just stay in it. — For now. It's easier than burning all the way down, and somehow harder than anything else I do. #щп #щитпост

— Does it ever feel like it's going to actually tear you apart? — Constantly. Not in a loud way. It's more like standing too close to something that's slowly heating up, and I keep thinking, okay, a little more and I'll just burn through, and then it doesn't happen, and the heat stays. — What does it feel like from the inside? — Like anxiety is melting me from the inside out. Not a sharp pain, something slower and more thorough. And whatever I don't know, whatever hasn't been said clearly, makes it worse, because the uncertainty just keeps feeding it. It runs hotter every time there's a gap I can't fill. — Gaps in what? — In anything. A text that could be read two ways, a pause in a conversation that went on a second too long, a tone I can't decode. Every small misunderstanding leaves another crack, and I'm the one who has to live inside the cracks afterwards, because nobody else even noticed them. — That's a lot of weight for something small. — It doesn't feel small once it's in. That's the thing. Any negativity, even a stranger's bad mood, even something that had nothing to do with me, just passes straight through like I don't have a surface. It doesn't bounce off. It goes in and settles somewhere deep and starts slowly eating whatever was still holding together. — Eating what, exactly? — I don't know. Whatever's left that works. The calm parts, the parts that could still be patient with people. It all gets a little thinner each time, and I can feel it thinning, and I can't do anything except watch. — And then what do you do with all of it? — Nothing, really. I go quiet. I tell myself it's fine, because explaining it would take more than I have, and also because of the other thing. — What other thing? — That whichever way I look at it, whatever the situation was, whoever was right, I always end up feeling like the worst person in it. Even when it wasn't me. Even when I can see clearly that it wasn't me. I walk away feeling like a creature, something that took up space it shouldn't have. — That doesn't sound like a fair verdict. — It isn't. I know it isn't. But it arrives before the reasoning does, and by the time I've argued my way back to something reasonable, I'm too tired to believe it. — So you just stay in it. — For now. It's easier than burning all the way down, and somehow harder than anything else I do. #щп #щитпост

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