Waiting for your call I pace, I sit, I lay down, I stand up, I check the time, I wipe the sweat away, I pretend to read, I sweat more, I change shirts, I remember to breathe, I evaluate my chest pain, I fidget and tic, I freeze, catatonic as the phone rings, and I am exhausted before I even begin.
Ouch 🌼
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Yeah lol Way too much stress for simple things.
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I know… But yes mental health is in brink these days… and it’s poor state magnifies simple issues too..
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Then don’t
Use public restrooms
Enter a room filled with people
Eat in front of someone else
Attend a class
Go to work
Start any conversation
Date
Go to a party
Make eye contact with someone
Speak in public or giving a speech to a large group of people
Talk to strangers
Exist!
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I believe in being honest about our feelings and experiences, but not just giving into them and giving up! Ok, some days maybe it gets that bad, but I am one who believes that eventually you have to dust yourself off and keep trying.
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Maranda, I hate waiting! This well-written poem expresses how it feels so very well. Take care, Cheryl ❤
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Thank you ♥ I find the anxiety of waiting for something much worse generally than the thing making me nervous in the first place lol.
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Agreed!
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Incredible read! The display photo gives me the creeps though, collages of facial features creep me out in general 🙈
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LOL, sorry for the creepout, but glad you liked the poem!
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