Mind Storm

Some days the noise is too much,

The thumping of a million thoughts,

Colliding,

Like bumper cars at the fair.

It sets my skin afire,

It turns my hair on end.

I gasp for air through heavy lungs,

Wet with fearful frustration,

As the walls close, slowly, in.

I search for the calm of darkness,

Frantic to escape the harsh glow

Of warp-speed randomness,

And frantic machinations.

Silently, I lay motionless

Under the covers of my bed

Inhaling the stale, sweet blackness

Until the storm …

Has finally passed.

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As someone who is both Autistic and suffers from Anxiety and PTSD, this is a pretty accurate description of what goes on in my mind. A constant barrage of thoughts, ramming violently into each other as I try to drown the noise of it all out. For me, writing helps, and hopefully, if you're reading this and you experience something similar, you'll know you're not alone.

Originally Published on Medium