Dear readers,
This is a poem collective that entails feelings and emotions I've dealt with throughout my struggle with extreme anxiety disorder and OCD. I was diagnosed in elementary school when it became so bad I slept about a few hours a week. Naturally, I went through medical exams where they figured out what was wrong with me.
I've had to take daily medicine since the day I was diagnosed. One pill in the morning to keep myself stable, and one at night to help me sleep and simultaneously keeping away the "bad thoughts." That dosage was upped to one and a half morning pills, then to two pills.
Of course, the anxiety and medicine also brought with it depression. This has been a struggle, always in the back of my mind as I went through middle school and now high school. The only things that keep me sane are my closest friends, little brother, my music, and writing. Poetry has been a release for me that now I've decided to share. I published the collective called Dear Karma on my account that has some poems that delve into the issues I formerly described.
Recently, I've switched my main medication due to heavy side affects that have built up over the years. Anyone who's had to switch a daily med will understand the difficulty of readjusting. My moods have been scattered, and I'm slowly picking up the pieces of my mind.
I've divided this collective into parts- parts that are labeled with side effects of my new medication. These poems will share new struggles of my anxiety/depression and old struggles. Hopefully, some of you can relate to my problems. If you don't, perhaps these poems will introduce you to the pain and difficulty it is to overcome mental illness.
Thank you for reading and please enjoy Dizziness. I'd love to hear your thoughts and personal stories.
Love,
makaye xx

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