Monday, May 31, 2021

Anxiety

I was able to spend the weekend in Sedona at a resort with some friends. It was so much fun and I loved being able to take a weekend off with some spectacular people.

But, I gotta tell you, things didn't go down the way I expected. In my brain, anyway.

My brain decided to try to sabotage my vacation, which, I gotta tell ya, is super frustrating when I'm trying to take a break from the things that stress me out because the break becomes stressful, but I was able to keep myself in check and still have a great time and - hopefully - not be a mood killer for my friends.

Despite being exhausted, I couldn't sleep tonight, and after about an hour of laying in bed with the anxiety thoughts racing around, I decided to write a poem that's been sitting in my brain for a while.

I haven't written a poem in a hot second, so it's definitely rough. But, in its imperfect and unpolished words, it explains what my anxiety has been for me recently.

I'm only sharing because it's mental health awareness month and I believe in transparency and striving for authenticity. Also probably because I'm very tired and can't sleep, which means I do impulsive things that I might regret in the morning, like sharing my poetry.


My anxiety makes me question my humanity.

Am I a person capable of rational thought

Or an animal driven by fears and perceived dangers?

 

The dangers of

Failure

Rejection

Incompetence

Inadequacy

Loneliness.

 

When the animal consumes me

With the possibility of danger

The fear becomes reality.

 

Rejection and Loneliness

Realized by pushing people away

Or snapping in irritation –

Not irritated by them but by myself;

 

Failure, Incompetence, and Inadequacy

Because never trying and running away

Means never succeeding.

 

Friends become enemies,

Whispered words become pointed attacks,

While I wonder

What I did wrong.

 

But what is real?

 

Opportunities for growth

Become weapons against me.

I cannot let myself be anything less than perfect

So I cannot take the risk.

 

What is the animal’s voice?

 

All the while,

So focused on myself

Consumed by the dangers

I miss the beauties and

Goodness around me.

 

The friends who reach out,

Full of love and kindness,

Eager to share and laugh.

The chances to learn and to struggle,

Expanding compassion

And chances to serve.

 

These are all lost

In my world of fears and dangers.

 

Will the animal ever give me back

My humanity?