I love music.
I love reading,
The way stories come to life in words,
Yet those same words can terrify me when spoken.
I am afraid of heights,
The dark,
Spiders,
A man's unwanted grip,
My ex boyfriend,
People,
Crowds,
The supermarket,
Hell, even my therapist's office.
Anxiety is strange.
Fear is confusing to me.
I've always said I'm afraid of what I shouldn't be,
But when I should be scared I'm not.
I think the calmest I've been was heading head first into an oncoming car on a motorcycle.
But I panic when a stranger looks at me a second too long.
I can't shower when I'm home alone because I imagine noises into existence and have a panic attack.
I've been close to death 3 times in my life, and have not once been scared of it.
Yet I have anxiety every day about 'normal' things.
I cry if someone knocks on the door.
I panic when I hear footsteps on my apartment building stairs.
My nightmares keep me up at night.
I don't think it's death I'm afraid of...
I think it's life.
About the Creator
Becca M
Hi! I'm 22 years old, I love music, and live off of Cherry Pepsi and books. I love writing poetry about my experiences, my battle with mental illness, and my emotions. 🖤
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