And with that realization, Carissa felt a weight lift off her shoulders. She knew that she didn’t have to be strong all the time, that it was okay to ask for help. She was 1 bound to burst, but maybe, just maybe, she could find a way to release the pressure before it was too late.
And as she did, Carissa started to feel like herself again. She started to heal, to mend the cracks in her facade. She learned that it was okay to not be okay, that it was okay to be vulnerable.
As she went about her day, Carissa couldn’t shake the feeling of impending doom that was lurking just beneath the surface. She felt like she was walking on eggshells, waiting for something to trigger the explosion that she knew was inevitable. Her mind was racing with worries and anxieties, and she couldn’t seem to catch a break.