Your body is tired… but your mind refuses to clock out.

You lay there, eyes closed, begging for rest—but your thoughts keep running like they’ve got somewhere to be. One worry turns into ten. One “what if” turns into a full-blown spiral.

And the worst part?

You know you’re exhausted.

You know you need sleep.

But your mind won’t let you have it.

This isn’t just overthinking. This is the quiet kind of anxiety—the kind that doesn’t scream, doesn’t panic, doesn’t make a scene… but slowly drains you anyway.