Twenty-five to life
In the prison
That is my mind
No chance of parole
No chance of a pardon
The sentence much too harsh
For the petty crime of existing
About Anxiety- A Poem About Mental Health:
My mental health hasn’t been great this week and I have been crying a lot. Sometimes mental illnesses really feel like a life sentence. It’s hard to explain to people that don’t understand, people with regularly functioning minds. I’m not sharing this for sympathy or anything like that. I wanted to share this because I want to be my real self with you guys. No ones life is perfect, mine definitely isn’t. We all have our good and bad days and that’s okay. Hope you guys are having a good week so far. Let me know how you’re really doing in the comments below.
I read this post earlier today and it really resonated with me because I’ve been feeling similarly lately to what she describes in her post. I thought I would add a link to it because she is much more eloquent in her descriptions than I can ever hope to be. I’m hoping the post speaks to you as it did to me and that it resonates with anyone suffering with anxiety.
What are your thoughts on this poem? Have you experienced anxiety or any other mental health issues? If so, how do you deal with the symptoms? Let me know in the comments section located below because I would absolutely love to hear from you. Or simply stop by and say hi!
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