"Functional"
Standard orange bottle, little white pills.
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Standard orange bottle, little white pills.
Who knew such small, banal rounds
Could be the only thing keeping me
***
Functional
***
anxiety is
blue light, endless scrolling,
anything to take my mind off an endless to-do list.
Spinning thoughts, chronic
imposter’s syndrome is something everyone experiences so
Stop feeling sorry for yourself
my inner voice urges.
The white sheets of the bed that I’ve laid in all day,
too anxious to leave its welcoming embrace, thinking
I should wash the sheets.
But that would mean getting up -
Good habits
they say are a state of mind
staring up at the same grey ceiling
do I spot a crack?
the state of my mind is a mess
just wash the damn sheets!
my vision tunnels to black
another panic attack
in the floor on all fours
my position of choice
I dip my head between my hands,
a protective pose
my memorized defense against approaching tornadoes
white noise, dark room
roiling waves of panic
panic
red-hot, fight-or-flight, do-or-die, honest-to-goodness
panic
I need my -
***
Standard orange bottle, little white pills.
I have anxiety
And it has me.
About the Creator
L.A. Hancock
I'm a wife and mom, and this is my creative outlet. I am experimenting with lots of different writing styles and topics, so some of it is garbage, and I'm totally fine with that - writing is cheaper than therapy. Thanks for stopping by!
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