Anxiety: My Captor

Anxiety is my Captor. It controls me: my heart, my soul, my life and I feel so defeated, like nothing can stop it.

My journey with anxiety started four years ago during my eighth grade year. It started out with little things such as not being able to focus in my volleyball games and being hesitant to eat in front of people, but nothing really past that. My family and I didn’t think much of it, I mean of course it was annoying but medical attention for something that we considered so simple was too much for my family to handle at the time. So, I went about life just trying to make it through middle school and juggle my friends and the boyfriend I had at the time, but no one even considered the obvious trigger that was occurring in my life at the moment. We just tried to push it under the rug to where no one could see it and no one could tell. Anxiety doesn’t necessarily say “normal” to everyone my family interacted with. So we carried on.

Fast forward to ninth grade and I had a medical incident that rocked my entire world. I was weak physically and emotionally unstable. After I regained control, I got to visit my first psychologist and she was amazing. We talked for a little while twice a week and came to terms that my anxiety was being triggered by an emotionally abusive relationship that I had no idea existed due to me never really knowing how a relationship was supposed to go. Fast forward to after we had broken up and the problem still hadn’t just dissolved. Why? We learned as a family that anxiety isn’t a one and done situation, it’s here and in my case here to stay.

If we skip over the series of panic attacks we couldn’t find a cause for in tenth grade and me stopping visiting the psychologist, we get to eleventh grade. My eleventh grade year was not good to say the least. In August, I learned what it truly meant to be homeless and I had to live with my grandparents for a year. That was a disaster. With all the stresses in my life and an unstable situation, my depression and anxiety hit hard. So hard, that I had no idea what to do and I began a downward spiral into suicidal actions and thoughts. I returned back to the psychologist.


Okay. Now you’re all caught up. That’s been a short run through of my life with anxiety thus far, now for the reason I wrote this.

Last night, I had an encounter with anxiety that moved my progress with this beating this condition backwards about ten steps. I was starting a new job the next day and I came home from church throwing up and I thought it was just nerves, well over the next 6 hours I had around 5 panic attacks lasting about twenty minutes apiece. Twenty minutes, five separate times of not being able to breathe or think and just wishing I would die.

But this post isn’t all negative. I want to talk about having a support team. A support team contains people that help you through the tough times and have your best interest at heart. Support teams can contain friends, family, significant others, and medical personnel. My support team last night really stepped up and are still going consistent into today as I continue having immense anxiety while writing this post. For example, my boyfriend came over about 1am this morning helping me through a panic attack from his house 20 minutes away and my mom rubbed my back while I was crying and tried to help me get some sleep. Support teams through mental illness is so important and I truly don’t thank mine enough.

Did you know 1 in 5 people have a mental illness of some kind? According to those stats there are more of us around than you think and we may not all be strangers to you. Open your eyes and look into the lives of those around you. People around you may be silent sufferers needing a support team to help them through it. Now I’m not saying be abrasive because that is not what they need, what I am saying is just be there. Allow yourself to be attentive and open your heart and together we can all take a stab at mental illness.

 

 

Lost Soul

My immediate instinct is to run. Sweat runs down my face as stone cold eyes stare into mine. Eyes of darkness? Most certainly. Fear Factor? Calculated. Time to get away? Estimated. He was only a couple inches taller than me, that boy I used to know. I left for my own sake, my own benefit, my own safety; he was insane. We went to the same high school three years prior and had a relationship for a while. Was it smart? Well no, but at the time I thought he was a miracle in the form of a man, straight from heaven as some might say. He was perfect and encapsulated everything I had ever dreamed of in a boyfriend: tall but not too tall, strong hands, perfect smile, athletic and passionate, but inside, oh inside, his soul was darker than I took my coffee. His soul was rotted and crumbling apart but hidden inside so no one could see the leftover ashes. That innocent figure drew me in like a beacon in a storm and I went for it wholeheartedly and without regret until it was too late. He took what was left of me and buried it in the ashes of his soul until I dissolved into nothing. I was nothing but a void in society. As he stood before me now, as empty as before, I stared into those stone cold eyes as if they held answers to why he took me. Why me. I had a future, well I wanted a future. He spoke words to me and they wrapped me deep within him, as if he controlled my every move. I was a puppet to his motives. I was at mercy to his intentions. For the first time in three years I felt him grab me and yank me away. Taking me captive to drain my soul once again.

Lake Days

Today I was blessed to spend the day out on the lake in the midst of friends, and not only did I have an amazing time, it inspired me greatly. Somewhere between flying off the tube and running barefoot in the grass, I picked up an inspiration I feel i couldn’t have found anywhere else. Can I describe it? No probably not. It was just one of those things…you should’ve been there. Only kidding.

 

I was inspired to live in the moment. Yes, there are Pinterest posts that tell you all about that. Live your life NOW for you! and all that jazz. But do you really put forth the thought in to being like, yeah.. I should really do that. I sure didn’t. I live my life on a worry based planned out lifestyle to fight the horrors of basic anxiety and whereas spontaneous situations are fun and amazing; I choose to avoid them in terms of a safe and sound environment, such as staying inside and watching Netflix in bed, that sounds fantastic, really. But today was different. Something inside me had completely changed.

 

I sat on the dock with my feet in the water listening to the people around me talk just to talk and the kids across the lake preform wheelies on their jet skis (cool right???). And something inside of me just started turning. Maybe it was the hot sun or the murky lake water, but I turned around with a whole new mindset. The girl who is terrified to do anything in water, or anything at all really, was all for going jet skiing and tubing and just wanted to have the time of her life. For someone with my type of anxiety this would have caused an immediate panic attack. The dreaded fear of being outgoing and being in the spotlight, was happening but I was doing it to myself.

Why do I tell you this? Well for starters, I wanted to encourage you that it’s okay to do something different. It doesn’t have to agree with your typical lifestyle or hobbies or favorite pastimes. The only thing that matters is if you yourself are truly growing as a person. We live and we die. We start and we finish. Now will we start and finish in the same spot or belong to a whole different dimension by the time it’s over? If we continue our lives on one straight path, in our comfort zone, and never acting spur of the moment, we may just lose something very important to us. Our lives wasted. Try something you don’t want to do, try living on the edge for a little while. GET OUT OF BED!!! Did you hear me? No? Let me try this one: STOP WASTING YOUR LIFE AWAY LAYING IN BED ON NETFLIX. yeah, you. I get it, The Office is super addicting and that Friends marathon is calling your name, but get up and live. Life is still moving while you’re in bed. Get out of the house and get inspired, you may find that there is better things out there than that bed you call home.

 

 

 

A Brief Moment

A brief moment of beauty 
quickly passes through life's face
with visions of a forever
dancing pure with humble grace
A moment of innocent conversation
beginning with a smile
holds intent to the very end 
allowing a dream to press on for a while
Growth in the arms of intellect 
an ability to rise
falls deep into a prayer 
of the one who is most wise
Stumbling into the arms of God
an earthly body stills
but up above living on 
in the rolling heavenly hills

Nature’s Smile

A pale sunset touching the horizon
blissfully chasing away 
the time, the past, the moment
relishing the things which stay 
holding in a glimpse of memory 
even if only for a while
we lay low inside it all
captured in nature's smile

What’s the Purpose

What's the purpose 
of going to a party
that you didn't want to go to
just to steal some kid's parents Bacardi

What's the purpose
of taking a shot too many
you didn't even want to be here 
so why does the room keep spinning

What's the purpose
of drinking to not remember
black out drunk on some one's lawn
in the middle of September 

What's the purpose 
of stumbling to find the keys
to the car your parents bought you 
when you turned seventeen 

What's the purpose 
of starting the ignition 
eyes can't focus on the road
trying to get home to avoid the tension

What's the purpose 
of pressing on the gas
to only get a little down the road
before waking up covered in glass

What's the purpose 
of killing a girl and her mother
just because you wanted to drive
giving death the right to smother

What's the purpose
of regretting this all later
you didn't even want to go
but you became a statistic of something greater

Where to Go

A backdrop of nightfall
and a horizon at bay
darkness clustered behind me
pulling me away

I know where to go
but the past is so appealing
It's hard to know where to turn
If I go based on what I'm feeling

My mind is so driven
but I know not what I want
do I go with what's right
or everything I've longed for and sought

I may never know
where to go or who to be
but maybe one day I'll be the girl 
I've been longing for people to see

Don’t

Don't cry because he told you 
that he doesn't feel the same
Don't cry because he told you 
that you're not worth kissing in the rain
Don't cry because he told you 
caring how you look makes you vain
Don't cry because he told you
your life won't lead to any gain
Cry because you told yourself 
people will never feel the same 
Cry because you told yourself 
not to see happiness in the rain
Cry because you told yourself 
caring is just for the insane
Cry because you told yourself
your life won't be to others any gain

Smile because you're you
no matter what anyone thinks
Smile because greatness
isn't based on life's mistakes

It’s Done

Depression hurts
quite badly some may say
but what they don't realize
is its tendency to stay

Depression sinks in 
from your core to your soul
running poison through your body
taking your ability to feel whole

It starts by stealing your mind
your memories and thoughts
hiding them deep in silence 
guarded by a fight that can't be fought

Next it grabs your heart
implants itself in the chambers
takes its knife and twists it in you 
putting your love and blood in danger

Now it's almost finished 
consuming your parts one by one
until you are nothing more
Oh look, it's finally done.

Life Happens

Life happens 
People go and change 
Fly away to other dimensions 
where they can maybe start to grow

Life happens
transformation's coming near
near to yourself and others
to a place you hold so dear

Life happens
places change and people grow
but no matter where you are in life
make sure to enjoy the show