I’m turning another year older next week, and I’m secretly terrified of how fast time is moving

On the outside, I’m planning a casual dinner and telling everyone that birthdays don't really bother me anymore. But internally, I feel this intense, suffocating panic. It feels like just yesterday I had my whole life ahead of me with endless time to figure things out. Now, the years are just blurring together, and I still don't feel like a "real" adult who has everything under control. I hate how much pressure we put on ourselves to hit certain milestones by a specific age