It takes a physical form.
With nail biting,
and finger tapping,
and fiddling with my ring
until it gets stuck on the wrong finger
and I panic because I can't get it off.
It comes in a form of the senses.
When I can't see
because everything has blurred together,
or the only thing I can hear is
that high pitched ringing--
a dog whistle that only I can hear.
Or when I feel too warm,
despite it being twenty degrees Fahrenheit.
It's especially bad when my breathing stops and starts at a rapid pace--
but I assure you I do not have asthma.
It comes in an emotional form.
When monotone voices sound like shouting, scaring me into a corner--
the mouse trapped by the cat.
Or the end of a sad movie,
when I can't control my tears.
Or even the anger built up by paranoia and delusions
that everyone is staring at me, watching me break when in reality--
everyone is engaged elsewhere.
Anxiety does funny things.
But when it happens..
it's most definitely
not funny
at all.
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 7:06 PM UTC
It takes a physical form.
With nail biting,
and finger tapping,
and fiddling with my ring
until it gets stuck on the wrong finger
and I panic because I can't get it off.
It comes in a form of the senses.
When I can't see
because everything has blurred together,
or the only thing I can hear is
that high pitched ringing--
a dog whistle that only I can hear.
Or when I feel too warm,
despite it being twenty degrees Fahrenheit.
It's especially bad when my breathing stops and starts at a rapid pace--
but I assure you I do not have asthma.
It comes in an emotional form.
When monotone voices sound like shouting, scaring me into a corner--
the mouse trapped by the cat.
Or the end of a sad movie,
when I can't control my tears.
Or even the anger built up by paranoia and delusions
that everyone is staring at me, watching me break when in reality--
everyone is engaged elsewhere.
Anxiety does funny things.
But when it happens..
it's most definitely
not funny
at all.
2/5/17
7:06 pm
