Drowning in Chaos, Starving for the Sea

Theres a heaviness that creeps in when life gets too loud. the endless lists, the deadlines, the constant push to keep moving forward - they pile up until i feel like I'm suffocating under the weight of it all. and in the middle of that chaos, I realize what's missing: the peace of fishing.

Fishing has always been my anchor. the rhythm of casting a line, the patience of waiting, the quiet conversations with the water - it's where i find myself again, but lately, I haven't been able to get out there enough. the chaos steals my time, and with it, my calm.

without fishing, the world feels sharper, harsher. my mind spins, my body drags, and depression creeps in like a tide I can't hold back. i know the cure is simple - salt air, a rod in hand, the hush of ocean reminding me to breathe - but the cure feels out of reach when the demands of life keep pulling me away.

I'm writing this not as a polished brand story, but as a confession. I'm tired. I'm restless. I miss the sea. And I know I'm not alone in this - so many of us are drowning in chaos, starved of things that bring us peace.

maybe admitting it is the first step back. Maybe this is me throwing out a line, hoping to reel in balance again.