It’s a win-win when we are able to create art from a condition that others don’t understand. Here is a poem about anxiety from youthofanation.com.
Your anxiety is not you, so do not let it become you!
Tightness in my chest
I cant breath.
The only time I can escape
is when I fall asleep.
I cant breath.
The only time I can escape
is when I fall asleep.
Constant nausea
constant fear.
How did this happen
knowing I’m safe here?
It’s a constant worry
another will strike.
I worry about it all the time
it makes me lose my appetite.
My sight darkens
my life flashes.
My worries control my thoughts
my heart crashes and burns to ashes.
You have no idea what its like
to live one day in my shoes.
Maybe if you did
you wouldn’t judge me as you do.
Crazy Good Parent 