The last few months have been like a rollercoaster. Even though things are going well in life, I haven't necessarily felt well. There is no explanation for feeling unwell and it's extremely frustrating. This poem is the best way I can explain what it feels like.
It’s a nagging feeling of unease.
It’s a feeling of dread, without knowing why.
It’s butterflies in my stomach.
It’s a mind that can’t think.
It’s the desire to accomplish so much.
It’s the inability to do … anything.
It’s a heaviness in my entire body.
It’s numbness.
It’s tears that won’t flow.
It’s muscles tied in knots.
It’s a head hung low.
It’s smiling when I want to cry.
It’s laughing when I want to scream.
It’s wanting to escape, but holding on so tight.
It’s finding a glimmer of hope to get through another night.
It’s pushing myself.
It’s taking deep breaths.
It’s believing tomorrow will be better.