You keep trying to pray, or journal, or “be present,” and instead it feels like someone left a radio on inside your chest.   Not peaceful music. You’re having a five stations at once scenario.   You sit down to be still, and your mind immediately sprints: What did I forget at work?  Did I sound stupid in that text?  Should I be doing something more productive than this?  Is any of this even real?   Your heart joins in with its own noise:  Why am I so angry?  Why am I so numb?