"untitled" - A life in poems

12.

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.