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I panicked.

My brain attacked today.

It attacked my lungs,

Stupid sharp whistling sounds.

I looked out of control.

But I felt aware,

that I wasn’t breathing,

that I was attacking myself again.

It attacked my heart,

terrifying skipping stones in my chest.

Whipped one by one,

Muffled blows in my breast.

I panicked.

I looked out of control but I was aware,

of the guilt,

of what will drag along with me.

I can’t be freed from fault,

It’s not the way.

Because I panic;

is why I don’t relate,

is how I cleanse.

Fright being necessary,

like a dream

where you muscle tone fails you,

I was paralyzed.

My knuckles hit the laminate –

again, again, again.

But I don’t move.

Feeling my bicep twitch,

Feeling my throat raw,

My mouth wide open,

But I don’t make a sound.

Because I panic.

The power inside,

will never translate,

to the outside.

People may see flickers,

of insanity in my eyes.

They may see me tighten up.

They may seem me strain and ease.

But I will never translate.

Until it snaps,

Until I no longer attack myself.

Until I no longer panic.

Until I bellow,

Until I howl,

Until I wail,

Until I swing and connect.

Until it attacks outwardly,

Instead of inwardly.
Panic attacks are typically experienced by everyone at least once in their lifetime. They can last several minutes and can be very frightening. If you are experiencing panic attacks more often I urge you to reach out to a close friend or family member. You can seek free counselling in your community or speak to a trusted healthcare professional. For more information: http://www.anxietybc.com/resources/panic.php
Shattered.
Lost; ruined...
Broken.
Incomplete.
That was me.

Striking.
Charmed; strong...
Full of life.
That was you.

You came along,
Suddenly life is beautiful.
Slowly, carefully
You picked up
The broken pieces of me
I am whole again…

Unnoticed, I embraced life.
I stand proud and firm,
Strong again…
Because of you.

You make me feel wanted,
Needed...
Desired...
Loved...

But was it really love
That I see through your eyes?
That I felt by the burning passion
You and I shared…?

The ghosts and the guilt
The mistakes and the pains
The misery of the past
Won’t just fall away…
But I have lost control
In the midst
Of beauty and madness...

Scared, still,
But take me along…
Only fate knows
What lies ahead,
But I’ll take the risk
I swear to be strong
Because of you…
Because I love you…
Once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you've never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. I feel so blessed to find that someone. This was written on October 11, 2005 for my then boyfriend, now my lawful husband for 7 years. I just want to share it to everyone.  :)
 Jan 2014 Briget Marie
Hinata
pain
 Jan 2014 Briget Marie
Hinata
i lay here in silence yet again,
with no one here, not even a friend.
pieces of me are scattered on the floor,
i can hear the buzzing of my phone begin to roar.
how can i be so blind?
how can everyone leave me behind?
these lips keep silent,
not wanting to tell anyone of the pain that is evident.
tears fall on my face, disappearing in the sheets,
my heart is as heavy as concrete.
he broke me so easily, broke a delicate confidence that was never there,
now im here and can do nothing as my heart tears.
he broke a dream,
he tore me apart at the seams.
he was once praising me and then he knocked me off a pedestal,
making everything in my heart feel so dull.
pieces of me chant hurtful words,
digging into me like treacherous swords.
what can i do now with all this going on?
the only thing i can do is stare on.
goodbye blissful dream, goodbye happiness,
and hello misery, self hate, and emptiness.
i dont know what to do anymore...
Depression is not a grey mist hanging over everything, it is the absence of the grey mist that 'normal' people are accustomed to. They experience life in a muted way. We, as depressives, get the chance to experience the truth, for that moment, and it is so unbearably painful because it is real.
Seeing this reality is being exposed to the truth. We think. Does the truth lie?
 Jan 2014 Briget Marie
Emily
Making mistakes
Lying
Doing the wrong thing
It's all added up
The pills
The drugs
The attempts at sleep
Nothing mends
My broken soul
Anxiety attacks
Like a lion
Does to its prey
I'm just a victim
Of my own mind
Ruining any chance
I have at survival
Much less happiness
My thoughts to end it all
Overwhelm my thinking process
I want to disappear
And never return
I don't want anybody
To know who I am
I don't even want to know
Myself
© Peyton 2014
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