mytake: I really should be writing more often. It’s funny, ever since I got rid of my Anxiety, I stopped writing. There’s a side to me that’s funny, sociable, fun-loving, carefree etc. and I have my sensitive, caring and deep thinking side. While suffering from Anxiety, I totally focused on my thinking, emotions etc.. Now that I’m B”H past that, I try keeping a balance. I took solace in writing, being that I felt nobody understood me then. When I’m having a hard time now, I talk to a good friend, mother…or write.
Here’s what I wrote in one of my darkest moments (Ok, I know I said I won’t get too personal, but I figured nobody knows me in here….):
ALONE
Alone
Abandoned
Forsaken
Left
Bereft
Of someone
To pat
My back
To stroke
My cheek
To embrace
To encourage
To reassure
To console
To love.
To whisper
That I’ll
Be fine.
To lend
A shoulder
To cry.
I am
All alone
I suffer
Grief
Mourn
By myself.