Have you ever woken up with a quiet sense of dread you can’t explain? I did too—until I realized my body was still holding onto a traumatic moment I thought I had already moved past. In this post, I unpack how fear can linger after shock, what “unseen anxiety” really feels like, and how naming it can bring you back to yourself.
No one tells you that every new milestone of courage comes with grief. That the best moments of your becoming can feel unwitnessed by the exact people you wish were watching. This is that essay.