Brittany

Tightness in my chest.
I can't breathe.
The only time I can escape
is when I fall asleep.

Constant nausea,
constant fear.
How did this happen,
knowing I'm safe here?

It's a constant worry
another will strike.
I worry about it all the time.
It makes me lose my appetite.

My sight darkens,
my life flashes.
My worries control my thoughts,
my heart crashes and burns to ashes.

You have no idea what it's like
to live one day in my shoes.
Maybe if you did,
you wouldn't judge me as you do.

Closing in all around me,
a fear I can't describe.
All shaky and confused,
I think I'm going to die.

Thoughts so unsettling
are blocking everyone's attempts.
When all they try is to help me,
I can't make sense of this.

My heart hurts,
my head hurts,
and crying about it
only makes it worse.

Nobody can ever
truly understand,
and unless you've gone through it,
you wouldn't stand a chance.

It's just anxiety,
another day of black.
You must think that I'm crazy.
It's just another panic attack.