Why do I sit here When I know what will happen Why do I stay When I know you're not here. I know there's nothing to fear, But it doesn't make it easier to tamp it down.
I hear the whispering voice in my head Telling me lies that fill me with dread She sounds like me, I know she isn't She is my anxiety, And I can't hide inside my own head.
When my hands shake and ache And my stomach seems to spin When the world goes blurry My thoughts churn, And they win.
My vision begins to tunnel My breathing is hard and fast I know panicking is pointless Worrying is worthless But it's so overwhelming, a tidalwave of terror that washes over me.
You ask why it's so hard without you here. I need a grounding light Something to guide me back Without something to distract me from myself, I go black. Without a hand to hold or a voice to cling to, I have lost myself again.
Without kindness, I cannot live.
"Worrying means you suffer twice!"
Easy for you to say, Yet I live this. Worrying means you suffer more than twice. Anxiety was never a choice, nor a sign of weakness or frailty. I am not what I suffer from. It came because I attempted to be strong enough for everyone.