Anxiety Attacks.

by Gone Forever   May 26, 2014


There's books open all around me,
but nothings making sense.
I read the words over and over
yet I still cannot comprehend.

It's like my mind has been lost,
that it cannot handle basic knowledge.
Things I learnt in elementary are gone
and there's no hope for high school.

I was so smart,
now all I do is shake and cry.
What's happened to me?
Epilepsy, thats why.

Too many medications,
causing different side effects.
Barely working and yet
most days I can't stop rocking on my bed.

Nothing helps, I'm terrified
to even step out the door.
I cannot eat, or sleep,
how is this living?

Tell me, when is it enough?
Enough pain? Enough misery?
Enough isolation? Enough numbing medication?
When can I just give it up?

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  • 9 years ago

    by -Choke-On-MY-Halo-

    There's books open all around me,
    but nothings making sense.
    I read the words over and over
    yet I still cannot comprehend.
    ^
    Trust me been there done that, not kidding Allie. The stress is going into you and you can't seem to do anything about it, you look at the words but they just seem black ink but that's about it. I've been so stressed with my anxiety that at one point I threw a chair out of my room lets say that was the last time I let my stress get to me nice introductory stanza!

    It's like my mind has been lost,
    that it cannot handle basic knowledge.
    Things I learnt in elementary are gone
    and there's no hope for high school.
    ^
    The feeling of anxiety is just this wonderful job in explaining the thoughts and feelings that go with anxiety it's just like this it doesn't matter how smart you are when you have anxiety you could've been a genius but your mind would just drive you crazy and I'm sorry Allie that your anxiety got in the way of the education I know you would've excelled on! <3 you Allie

    I was so smart,
    now all I do is shake and cry.
    What's happened to me?
    Epilepsy, thats why.
    ^
    This shows how you were before your anxiety and epilepsy and I'm really sorry you got those nasty little buggers that mess with people's heads. You showed great sadness and extreme grief, and I almost cried daughter I know it's hard trust me I know.

    Too many medications,
    causing different side effects.
    Barely working and yet
    most days I can't stop rocking on my bed.
    ^
    This is now your today you stopped talking about your past and this is still very tragic hun. The imagery here is toxic to me since medication if not perscribed right can be down right dangerous! Be safe Allie.

    Nothing helps, I'm terrified
    to even step out the door.
    I cannot eat, or sleep,
    how is this living?
    ^
    Again this shows so much imagery and emotions! Really painful to read it's just so hard for you to bear every day but now you have Sam and she can be there and be your rock when I can't kitten

    Tell me, when is it enough?
    Enough pain? Enough misery?
    Enough isolation? Enough numbing medication?
    When can I just give it up?
    ^
    Love how you ended with a bunch of questions because that's what life truly is. A bunch of questions that sometimes are answered and sometimes they are not stay strong my kitten love you. 5/5

    -Mori

  • 9 years ago

    by charli

    Baby message me if you ever need to talk