Anxiety‌ ‌and‌ ‌Me‌ [A Poem]

Anxiety‌ ‌and‌ ‌me,‌ ‌or‌ ‌do‌ ‌you‌ ‌disagree?‌

Endless‌ ‌panic‌ ‌attacks‌ ‌and‌ ‌dread‌

It‌ ‌means‌ ‌I ‌really‌ ‌struggle‌ ‌to‌ ‌go‌ ‌bed‌

Constantly‌ ‌worrying‌ ‌about‌ ‌“dizzy‌ ‌spells”‌

The‌ ‌feeling‌ ‌like‌ ‌I’m‌ ‌floating‌ ‌I’m‌ ‌in‌ ‌a‌ ‌middle‌ ‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌stormy‌ ‌sea‌

Anxiety‌ ‌and‌ ‌me‌

Even‌ ‌the‌ ‌palms‌ ‌of‌ ‌my‌ ‌hands‌ ‌are‌ ‌crying‌

Why‌ ‌does‌ ‌it‌ ‌feel‌ ‌like‌ ‌I’m‌ ‌dying‌

Anxiety‌ ‌and‌ ‌me‌

I‌ ‌don’t‌ ‌know‌ ‌why‌

It‌ ‌makes‌ ‌no‌ ‌sense‌

I‌ ‌just‌ ‌want‌ ‌to‌ ‌feel‌ ‌something‌ ‌less‌ ‌intense‌

Breathe‌ ‌in‌ ‌and‌ ‌breathe‌ ‌out‌

I’ll‌ ‌be‌ ‌fine‌ ‌without‌ ‌a‌ ‌doubt‌

Anxiety‌ ‌and‌ ‌me‌

I’m‌ ‌getting‌ ‌there,‌ ‌but‌ ‌where?‌

I‌ ‌know‌ ‌that‌ ‌people‌ ‌care‌

Breathe‌ ‌in…‌ ‌1,2,3‌

Anxiety‌ ‌and‌ ‌me‌

By Immi

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Published by The Autistic Gecko

I am a blogger and podcaster who is on the Autistic Spectrum. I talk about Autism, Mental Health issues and anything that I think deserve a voice.

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