Stomach churns, nausea rises
heart beats faster.
Thoughts race around
and around your head
chasing each other
to fully overwhelm you.
and focus on the nails pressed to your palm
count to ten
and then count to ten again
until everything slows down
and your thoughts lay down in defeat and exhaustion
"A creative writing module at uni, when my depression was getting worse, inspired me to use poetry as an outlet for what I was feeling.
It was at this time that I was starting to understand how long I had actually been suffering for, and that it wasn't 'just my personality.
So I sat down, and cried, and wrote out what was going on in my head; words, thoughts, feelings. Oh this was so cathartic, and seeing it written down, playing around with the words, was my own form of therapy.
I asked my best friends to read and comment and they had no idea how I was feeling as I'd never had the words before. Now my friends and family are an amazing support network because they, and I, have a better sense of how I feel, more than I ever did!
I'm still struggling daily, I just have an outlet for my negative, racing thoughts."