broken-prism-prison-son

Reading others poems Leave my viewpoint behind For a time. Tags #mentalhealth #overwhelming #perspectives #fear #isolation #unabletocommunicateinpublic Notes Context : a difficult day so far, got up very early, went for a two hour walk in my local park, unable to lift my head, severe paranoia and overwhelming thoughts/feelings, got a nice message from one of the poets and I broke down crying uncontrollably, unable to stop everything became a trigger. Was expected to turn up for work (remote work from home) - unable to use work as a mental distraction so I emailed my team leader and went to lie down on the grass in a local park, trying really hard to look at people in the face and think of something to say. Deep breaths and the earth touching the back of my head (no other skin/earth contact points). Trying, trying, trying to keep it together. Reading some other poems and trying to understand where they were coming from, jumping from my headspace into the writers perspectives distracts for a time however I am still surrounded by my thoughts and fears but I don't cry in public (this time). Struggling to interact with the outside....had a lunch and my work stress is relieved by my manager. Reading more poems, thanks to everyone using this site, better stop this typing.

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Jun 30, 2025

Jun 30, 2025 at 11:36 AM UTC

Head Jump (10w)

Reading others poems Leave my viewpoint behind For a time. Tags #mentalhealth #overwhelming #perspectives #fear #isolation #unabletocommunicateinpublic Notes Context : a difficult day so far, got up very early, went for a two hour walk in my local park, unable to lift my head, severe paranoia and overwhelming thoughts/feelings, got a nice message from one of the poets and I broke down crying uncontrollably, unable to stop everything became a trigger. Was expected to turn up for work (remote work from home) - unable to use work as a mental distraction so I emailed my team leader and went to lie down on the grass in a local park, trying really hard to look at people in the face and think of something to say. Deep breaths and the earth touching the back of my head (no other skin/earth contact points). Trying, trying, trying to keep it together. Reading some other poems and trying to understand where they were coming from, jumping from my headspace into the writers perspectives distracts for a time however I am still surrounded by my thoughts and fears but I don't cry in public (this time). Struggling to interact with the outside....had a lunch and my work stress is relieved by my manager. Reading more poems, thanks to everyone using this site, better stop this typing.

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Street corner of my mind, project it into the future.

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Jul 22, 2015

Jul 22, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC

Dealing Fear (10w)