Panic sounds like the truth. It doesn’t knock, it kicks the door in and calls itself a blessing. Your screen fills with shaky screenshots, frantic voice notes,

and “trust me, it’s real this time.” You feel your chest loosen, just a little. You start to picture groceries paid,

lights kept on, a week without dread. People swear they know someone who already got it.

You do the mental math, maybe even move some things around, just enough to breathe.

Then the promised date hits. Your banking app loads. The balance doesn’t change.

That small, bright future you let yourself believe in falls through your hands before it even exis… Continues…Panic sounds like the truth

. It doesn’t knock, it kicks the door in and calls itself a blessing. Your screen fills with shaky screenshots,

frantic voice notes, and “trust me, it’s real this time.” You feel your chest loosen, just a little.

You start to picture groceries paid, lights kept on, a week without dread.

People swear they know someone who already got it. You do the mental math,

maybe even move some things around, just enough to breathe.

Then the promised date hits. Your banking app loads.

The balance doesn’t change. That small, bright future you let yourself believe

in falls through your hands before it even exis… Continues…