Garden blooms luminous life
In still composure
Living with anxiety is like juggling. Trying to find balance within the turmoil. Sometimes your successful, but many times you just can’t find the control.
Then there’s a day like today. When you’re comfortable in your own skin. The rare gift of true freedom. Not hindered by doubt, fear, self-loathing. Days like this bring hope within the chaos.
Upon my restless spirit
Caressed by scorched winds
Thank you for all who have followed, and supported my poetry. It’s greatly appreciated.
I know I’ve been silent for quite some time. I’ve been dealing with issues related to my Social Anxiety Disorder. Along with Seasonal Affective Disorder. Needless to say, I’ve been drowning. A med change and new therapy have helped. Not everything feels hopeless… That’s progress!!
I initially joined WP to keep up with a dear friend and her poetry. WP gave me some unexpected comfort. There are many brave individuals sharing their stories on this platform. It’s shown me that I’m not alone.
My social anxiety was diagnosed around the age of 14. Crowds have always been a stresser. As well as being the center of attention. This has always isolated, and held me back.
This then caused feelings of being unworthy, not good enough. Self hate… The list is endless.
This is a lot to deal with when your an adult. It’s excruciating when your a teenager who is realizing he is also Gay.
To cope… I turned to self harm. It was a rush that allowed freedom from the emotional pain. Made me present in the moment.
Therapy has been a blessing. So has writing. It frees my mind and hurt. Its opened other avenues that aren’t self destructive.
I’ve been in such a dark place, with no creative motivation. This is for me to take the POWER back. Get control and find the balance.
Never be afraid to own your truth! We are not alone. Be grateful for the positive things in your life. Use the shitty things to realize what you’ve overcome. Never give up, no matter how exhausted you are.
I hope this can inspire someone else. Strength in numbers. Mental illness isn’t a scarlet letter. It’s also something that shouldn’t bring shame.
Thanks for your time. Sending out my positive energy.
Blackest clouds descend
While demons dance and feast on
I wanted to thank all who have visited my blog and poetry entries. I’m grateful for the time you have taken.
I have been exploring the vast offerings on WP over the last few days. Information overload when navigating as a blind individual, but some wonderful content to explore.
I’m shy by nature. Most of my entries will be some form of poetry, but not always. I look forward to engaging with the WP community.
BTW, my name is jp. I look forward to getting to know you, and your sites and blogs.
Sunbeams glaring bright,
over snow-capped mountainsides,
where coyotes call
Find the refuge,
from the constant deluge
So many thoughts,
creating their knots
Oh they mutter,
collect and clutter
Silence is golden,
when mighty pen embolden
Thy pen release,
bring the peace
The captive mind,
a torturous bind