At 76, Maninder's days blurred into exhaustion. Nights offered no relief - just fragmented sleep, interrupted by nameless unease, chest tension, and relentless restlessness. His mind raced; his body stayed wired.
He dismissed it as "not mental." Like many seniors, he viewed anxiety as weakness, not illness. Medications? Pills spiked his fear of side effects and dependence, worsening symptoms before they helped. His world shrank as poor sleep fueled anxiety, and vice versa. Exhausted and out of options, he needed a path he could accept.