Anxiety Storm

It’s creeps up on me when I least expect it, a slow crawl from the base of my spine to my head, telling me I’m not ready yet, enveloping me in an embrace of uncertainty and doubt, making sure I’m trapped inside, looking out. There are words that won’t come out and small deeds that seem too tedious to see through And even though I listen to it, I know the voice inside doesn’t speak true. “You lack the ability, you’re not ready, You’re good for nothing, it’s too big for you” I question it, and try to quieten it down, for its demeanour is threatening, it’s voice atrociously loud. I’m surrounded by a cloud of indecision my breathing, hard to catch up with, my vision, unfocused, my will, hopeless. And even through all this, I know, this storm too will eventually pass. Until then I’ll sit with the thunder and try not to feel too under the weather And remind myself, I am learning to live with this better.

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