After writing reading another blogger’s description of his anxiety and responding to him yesterday, it made me remember just why I started writing again, two and a half years ago. I had to do something to try to slay my anxiety beast that was living inside of me. At that time, I had tried many other things (like CBT, therapy, meds) and none of them helped for very long—if at all. Then I started to write, and everything settled down a little.
This poem is one I wrote right at the start. It’s maybe the very first poem I wrote, I’m not sure. Technically, it’s not my best. But it describes so well how I was feeling at the time.
Anxiety
Creeping across my chest,
Fingers tingling; numb
I can feel my heart racing,
It’s striking me dumb.
I know that I am rotten
I deserve all that I get
But—please—will you just let me breathe,
I feel so under threat.
I cannot think, my head’s all fuzz
It hurts to be alive,
My mouth feels dry, I cannot speak
I’m not sure I’ll survive.
Right on, exactly what anxiety feels like… Is it just me or do writers tend to suffer from anxiety more than others?
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I think they do. I’ve noticed that. But I never could figure out why because people of every personality type become writers. There don’t seem to be any other common factors.
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It could be that anxiety simply has no bias perhaps
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Yes. That’s probably it.
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Relatable words. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you.
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