Accept?
The anxiety is there, but we don’t have to accept it.
The pain doesn’t end, the hurt doesn’t stop. My heart races and I can’t relax my mind.
I can’t sleep, my body remains restless throughout the day, feeling the need to do something but having no motivation to do anything at all.
I feel the hunger, but I don’t want to eat. I feel the drive but I crush it. I feel the anxiety, I allow it.
I’m never in control of my mind. I’m never in control of my body. Both disobey my wishes and I feel powerless.
I feel the tightening in my throat, and the tsunamis in my stomach.
The thoughts in my head are always there. Serving as a constant torturing soundtrack. I’ve gotten used to their background noise. But just because you get used to something, doesn’t mean you have to accept it.
About the Creator
Ariana Yeager
But, what if it does work out?
She walks through Hell with a smile because she owns her demons.
Don't say why me, say try me.
If you can't beat the fear, do it scared.
You only live once? False. You live everyday.
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