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Tic Attack - Once again

I breathe in until I feel like my lungs might explode. I tighten my neck muscels and before I can think - My entire body is tense.

 

I'm trying to supress it. It has ruined so much but I will not let it ruin another moment...

I grind my teeth trying to supress it further, not realizing that grinding my teeth ... was a tic too.

 

Letting my mind slip for a second; I come to find that I have failed - once again

I flick my head, blink my eyes violently - turning the day into a stop motion movie - Once again I already know the plot.

 

Everything is moving in slowmotion around me - my body moving too fast to hold it in I fail - once again my body is dancing to a beat that is not mine.

 

I feel the pain in my neck. It is sore from giving into the neverending urge - once again it is strained from constant twitching and has been for god knows how long.

 

I try to ignore the pain and focus on supressing what's coming next, but being distracted by the pain I fail - once again I flick my head and exhale as fast as humanly possible. The exhale doesn't come alone - it never does. A pallette of sounds escape my mouth.

 

It was not me making those sounds, but the lungs affected by the pain are mine.

I feel the cycle starting over - once again.

 

It goes through me like a wave of energy.

I have been robbed of the control over my own body - once again.

The power to fight back has ... vanished.

 

I go to bed early but sleep late; battling this force with every shard of energy I could possibly have left - Once again leaving me exhausted enough to finally sleep, despite the constant twitching.

 

They say it's a chemical imbalance in my brain.

Too much dopamine is released.

As far as I'm concerned dopamine is a "Feel good hormone", so why does it make me so miserable?

 

I lay here thinking about when this cycle will end?

And when it finally does end, when will it restart? - Once again...

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Written by
soanxious
21 / F
Published
Dec 30, 2018
Lines·Words
19·373
Notes

I suffer from tourettes syndrome. This poem is written about how it feels to have a tic attack

- an unknown length of time filled with constant tics. It can last anywhere from 2 minutes to 24 hours.

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#tourettes#ts#tw#sad#tics#tragic#dramatic#syndrome#neruological
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