Sometimes she couldn't function, when the next panic attack was all she could think about.
Her mind was all at once quiet yet so L O U D.
The elephant that sat on her chest refused to allow her a second to rest.
It barely let her breathe.
It became a recurring nightmare that it wasn't ever going to leave. When she tried to look around it all she'd see were her fears- So many fears.
At this hopeless sight, her eyes would, inevitably, well up with tears.
Crying to herself, she'd plead for a break from her thoughts, Wondering if this rebellion of her mind would never end, if this battle always had to be this hard-fought.
So she'd never thought she'd be proud That she would reach out for help That she would talk about it And tell others how she felt. But she did and although she still struggles Her brain doesn't feel as muddled. The pain of the past serves as a constant reminder Self-care is priority number one So yes, it is a hard-fought battle But it is one that she will look back and say she won.
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🌻 A/N: Today is World Mental Health Day. A few reminders for my beautiful readers out there: • You matter. • If you are in need of help, reach out. Someone will listen. • Your mental health is a priority. • Putting yourself first is not selfish. • Everyone has their battles, so please do your best to understand others as well as yourself. • My inbox is always open. ❤️
