Breaking the cycle
Anxiety’s grip on me
The power within
I wrote this poem about starting my recovery journey; my healing journey with GAD. I was diagnosed with GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder) at the ER. I had come complaining about chest pain. They check me, did all sorts of tests, couldn’t find anything wrong. I had this overwhelming sense of impending doom.
I ended up leaving the ER with a new diagnosis: Generalized Anxiety Disorder.
It explained everything, and I mean EVERYTHING. I developed it over time. I have a lot of chronic conditions and they cause me a lot of stress and anguish. Over time, that anguish turned into anxiety. And unfortunately I kept it all in. I didn’t say anything about it at first. I didn’t want people to think I was weak.
So I turned to poetry. I took journal prompts and turned them into poems. I want to inspire and inform with my poetry. Anxiety is no picnic. The body does keep score (like my therapist had been trying to tell me for the longest time). If you don’t let other people in, your body will pay the price.