CW: Anxiety attack
I started my anxiety medication and
A week after my first dose I
Woke up from a nap in a
Cold, cold sweat
My brain could not focus.
Everything was too much.
I came down for dinner hoping,
H o p i n g
That the feeling would be temporary,
But it only increased
I had to go back upstairs and
The burning started
Soon after.
First my neck
Then my arms
Then my back
And my calves
All seemingly aflame
It's a feeling I cannot
(though I wish I could)
Forget;
The feeling of being
Burned alive
It was almost a metaphor:
Being burned by my
Anxieties from
The inside out
But God was I tired
Hours later
When I finally felt
Whole again.
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"untitled" - A life in poems
PoetryI refuse to let my family read this, but hey, why not all of you? . . . I've been wanting to post this for a while. This was my English final, in which I wrote 18 poems detailing 18 important points in my (then 18) years of life. Most of these are...