Anxiety isn’t crying all the time alone in your room. It’s being alone silently wishing you had more tears to cry. Wondering why me? Why am I so broken? Why does no one see I’m suffering? It’s drowning in myself. It’s getting lost in all my cracks and flaws as I look in the mirror. It’s overwhelming fear when there isn’t a thing to fear. It’s being nervous and feeling your heart speed up as you enter a room. It’s feeling pressure in your chest as you walk out the door. It’s the fear you get on Sunday nights knowing when you wake up they’ll be school. It’s knowing when you wake up they’ll be school. It’s knowing no matter how many times you try to explain it, no one really gets it. It’s feeling so alone you shut your self off from everyone. It’s wanting to scream but not being able to even whisper a word. It’s being up all night being afraid of tomorrow and all the unknown. It’s being so broken you become numb. It’s making yourself physically sick. It’s panic attacks in public that you can’t control. It’s feeling nauseous just thinking about it. It’s not being hungry. It’s being exhausted all the time. It’s shaking but not being cold. It’s all of the above and so much more. It’s part of me. It’s consuming me.
Anxiety
Anxiety isn’t crying all the time alone in your room. It’s being alone silently wishing you had more tears to cry. Wondering why me? Why am I so broken? Why does no one see I’m suffering? It’s drowning in myself. It’s getting lost in all my cracks and flaws as I look in the mirror.…
48 responses to “Anxiety”
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Thank you! Glad you related to the post.
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I am so happy to hear that.
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Thank you. You are very kind.
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You are not alone.
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Thank you for being so open and explaining this complicated condition. Anxiety can be a vicious cycle when we get caught up in it. My dad wrote a short book about anxiety and the causes and cure. Anxiety runs in our family so he, being a highly intelligent person, studied it until he figured it out. The panic attacks are the worst. I know that feeling of feeling a threat and thinking I was going to die, and not being able to figure out why, because nothing outside of me seemed to be the cause. The good news (if there is any good news about anxiety) is that you usually only get it if you are intelligent. Our brains are searching for answers, and dumping chemicals when we can’t figure it out. The more we try to fix it, the more chemicals being dumped, causing more anxiety. The short solution of it is to “give into it.” One time I pulled my car over into a parking lot, grabbed the steering wheel, and said, “okay, Anxiety. Just come and take me! I give in.” The panic attack subsided, and I went on about my day. Once I understood more about what was happening internally, I stopped fighting it, and I haven’t had any more panic attacks. — Just thought I’d share this information. I was grateful for my dad and him helping me through anxiety. I’m not trying to sell his book, but it’s only $3.99 and here’s the link if anyone wants it: https://www.amazon.com/Anxiety-Panic-Attacks-Cause-Cure-ebook/dp/B08734CP1H
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First, I hear you. I thought that I would share
Heavy
There are those days
It feels hard to breathe
Some are worse than others
It is like living in a dream
Not the kind with fairies
But with nightmarish schemesThey come from nowhere
Like rain on a summer day
Out of the darkness
Where words are hard to say
So it’s easier not to speak
Where everything is so heavyHow hard can it be
To verbalize the pain
Of wanting to be free
Yet waking up again
Caught in a space
Somewhere inbetweenThis is the anxiety
That is called depression
Where the beating of your heart
Comes in quick secession
No one ever wants this
Or the feeling of being a burdenThe suffering hearts
Are so often near
But even more unnoticed
By so many who are unaware
Until they stand on a ledge
Screaming to disappearWords must be spoken
For a chance of being heard
Since we can’t read minds
We have to use the words
With a pen and paper
I find my cureIn a world lost
I am not hopeless
Silence is so lonely
But we have choices
As muffled as they are
God gave us voices.
Katherine Spitzer 4/28/18
Kat’s Gems#poetry #life #depression #hope
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you!
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It’s my therapy 🙂
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Mat, I don’t know if you agree, I anxiety has the most power when it can keep torturing us to stay silent.
If we can’t speak of it or write about it then it can keep the upper hand.
Many many years ago, thankfully, I had so much anxiety that I literally couldn’t my house alone. Anywhere there were a lot of people I would throw up. It was years of using all of the power in mind to fight back. Making out on my front porch and grabbing onto each little victory.
I don’t know why, but I wanted to share that with you. @GS YOU are courageous!
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Writing my feelings down has helped…also crying!
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Breathing deep breaths, taking off my shoes and socks and feel the ground underneath, distractions like coloring and listening to music, doodling, when it is really bad- I reach out for support.
I will also take an ice cube and hold it in the palm of my hand and watch it melt. I keep it there as long as possible because it is so cold that you can’t think of anything else. If you can’t think about being anxious, even briefly- then it is a victory. -
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Sure thing!
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Glad you liked the post!!
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Be Inspired..!! 
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