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Was it worth it?
I didn't know anxiety could be this horrendous, or that it could linger like the only constant in my life, while my thoughts ran through my head like a violent train, about to crash any moment; negative, vile thoughts- countless.
I didn't know sleep could become so desirable, that tiredness could make my eyes wet before I even thought of crying, that when everything feels overwhelming, it is easier to cry in the bathroom before seeking a pair of strong arms.
Was it worth it?
I didn't know I could stay sane, least function every day when all I wanted to do was hide under the blanket and sleep, when stress gave me headaches and time become an enemy.
I didn't know that I could have cramps, and feel my emotions intensify, but refuse to crumble like I'm almost used to. Was it easy? No. I don't know how I did it.
I've walked through the mist that blurred my vision and lost my perspective of what is perfection. What is really my hundred percent? My abilities and my sanity have been tested, and perhaps, later, I may have a new perspective.
For now, back to your question: what it worth it? The struggle, the pain, the anxiety, all those hours of studying?
Yes.
I think, my heart says yes.
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The Beauty Of Imperfection | a poetry collection
PoesíaA poetry collection about the emotions and thoughts I have as I go through the journey of growth and accepting the imperfections, in me and in my poetry. It is all about searching for meaning in what seems mundane at first glance, and seeing the b...
