For the past month, anxiety has visited me each morning bringing the fruits of sweaty palms, upset stomach, and trivial worries to my plate. As a result, I’ve been skipping breakfast since my appetite laid quiet within the confines of my gut. I struggle to write about the experience as it seems so fleeting and indescribable.
What’s more is that I don’t want to talk about it. Anxiety lies in the arms of fear and I know that most of my fears are completely baseless as I imagine my house burning down with my dog inside, being murdered by thieves, and other scenarios encased in violence and despair. Of course, these things could happen but it’s not very likely. I try not to fixate on them and let each thought go freely to its death.
I’ve only had a panic attack once on the freeway while driving shortly after I was in a major car accident. I felt enclosed by the traffic in the middle of I-496 during rush hour, my heart pounded in my ears, and I could feel an unfamiliar grip tugging at the fringes of my reality. That probably doesn’t make any sense unless you’ve been through this before. It only lasted a few minutes but it was enough so I hope it never happens again.
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Stomach grinding black
as coffee grounds, I can’t
eat breakfast again.
Mind blank as snow banks,
I have nothing