CapacityA Poem by Diane*Trigger warning* This is a powerful peace I wrote in the midst of an anxiety attack. Author's note: I would like to add that this is no longer an accurate description of my view on this matter.I don't have the capacity to be okay right now. I can't be with you because I can't feel alright. I want it to stop. They told me not to hold it in. So, I let out the first shaky breath, and let tears flood my eyes. I try not to scream or yell, so I let my stomach rise and fall at static patterns. My nostrils flare with each shaky breath I take. The tears glisten down my cheeks as I let them fall onto my chest. I've hit a wall. I hear them outside, playing. Doing what I should be doing. Feeling what I should be feeling. I don't have the capacity to be like that. There is no getting better for me. This is my life and this is who I am. So, I cry, and let myself feel. The tears slow in a matter of seconds, and my breathing eases up along with them. They come at random now, along with the hollow beast in my stomach that refuses to stop roaring. I smudge the wet streaks with my numb, dry hands. My head beats and the constant buzzing returns. And here I am again. I don't have the capacity.
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Added on July 24, 2017 Last Updated on July 24, 2017 Tags: anxiety, depression, anxiety attacks, panic attacks, mental illness |