I WISH I Didn't Have To Stay Busy Just To Feel Okay. But The Truth Is, The Moment I Slow Down, Everything Suddenly Hits Me. The Overthinking, The Sadness, All The Feelings I Try So Hard To Ignore. So I Keep Myself Occupied, Not Because I'm Doing Fine, But Because Keeping Myself Busy Is The Only Way I Know How To Cope. I Pretend I'm Okay By Constantly Finding Things To Do Just To Distract My Mind. Sometimes I Just Want To Rest Without Feeling Anxious, To Be Still And Actually Feel At Peace. But Right Now, Staying Busy Is The Only Thing That Makes Me Feel Like I'm Still Holding It Together.