Endless

A Poem by Gaia Octavia

Anxiety is constant;
like breath,
and death,
and taxes

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Ahh, yes, anxiety. There's nothing like waking up already freaking out for no discernible reason.

And always - ALWAYS - thinking the worst.

Automatic catastrophisation is a true joy.

It's more annoying now that I know what I'm doing but that it doesn't make me believe it any less. �.. read more

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Added on November 2, 2017
Last Updated on November 2, 2017
Tags: Poetry, Life, PTSD, Anxiety

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