i just woke up.
it's another day.
suddenly a voice spoke up.
'you will have to pay today.'
just like every day.
'you have to pay for all the pain you feel.'
'i know it makes no sense.'
'but it's all in your head.'
'it's not even real.'
'another problem is your confidence.'
'there is none.'
'i know,' i interrupted the voice.
'but i'm done'.
i'm done with all the stress.
all this fear.
'i want to find a success.'
and i hope i made it clear.
the voice that spoke up to the girl in the story is a voice in her head. it's anxiety. anxiety makes people who suffer from it feel like they have done something bad all the time. but we can end this. i know it's not easy. actually i haven't come to the point where i'm able to end this stupid feeling yet. but i believe the moment will come. i believe that there will be a moment when i can proudly say i'm done with this. we can do this. i believe there will be a day when we won't need a medicine. we will be able to sleep and breathe and live just like others. we all can do this. we just have to believe.
everything is possible if you believe.
YOU ARE READING
thoughts.
Poetrythoughts of a girl with the generalized anxiety disorder, social anxiety disorder, obsessive-compulsive disorder and body dysmorphic disorder.
