Worry is the echo that follows us into quiet rooms, the shadow that lengthens when the light begins to fade. It is also the loose thread in life’s tapestry — tugging at our peace, tangling our thoughts, and making us believe the whole fabric might come undone.

Worry is a master of disguise. It appears as a whisper in the night, a tightness in the chest, or a thought that endlessly loops when all you want is peace. Most of us know it well. Worry feeds on attention; the more we wrestle with it, the more tangled we become.

Not long ago, someone shared with me a straightforward practice: the worry box. It sounds almost childlike at first — write down your worries, fold them up, and put them in a box. But simplicity has strength. What seems almost too simple c...

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