Frenzied

April 7, 2023

Fraught with doubt
Running into walls created by myself
Entering doors, that shouldn’t be
Never taking words as fact
Zaniness wins over reason
Into the void I go
Entering doubtfulness
Dying alone, I truly fear

Note:

I wrote this poem about my diagnosis of Generalized Anxiety Disorder. I got that diagnosis in the ER. I was there because I thought I was having a heart attack and my blood pressure was really high.

Turns out I was anxious; like really anxious. So anxious I thought I was dying.

There was nothing wrong with my heart…at all…it was my anxiety lying to me.

So I decided to start writing about my struggles again. I figured it’s a better outlet than just sitting in the dark. :)

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Hello, my name is Anne-Marie. Welcome to my profile. I like to think of myself as a writer and advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses. Part of me struggles with my faith on a daily basis because of my sexual orientation. So a lot of my poetry is about coping with that and my health on a day-to-day basis. I don't define myself with my sexual orientation or my health struggles but they are a part of me; there's no denying that. I love to write dark science fiction about dystopic futuristic landscapes. I like to write strong female leads with a lot of emotion and feeling to them. I truly live, breathe, and enjoy writing. Thank you for reading this

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