They say that the same water that
Hardens the egg, softens the potato.
So I try not to take it too personally
When you tell me that I’m being
Overly dramatic, that the situation
Can’t possibly call for all hands on deck.
I try the tricks the therapist gave me,
Breathe in and breathe out,
Count out the senses,
Write it out and meditate…
But the sound of impending doom
Is louder than any trick in the book.
Yet you just sit there calmly,
Unbothered as I feel the
World crumbling and
Leaving me alone, standing
On uneven ground.
What I wouldn’t give to have
The same self-assuredness,
Confidence in things just
Working out how they need to.
Like magic.
Isolation isn’t helpful in
The apocalypse.
Gods, what a familiar feeling. You really don’t understand that kind of panic unless you have disordered thinking. From one anxious person to another, great job!
Thank you so much! It’s always such a struggle to explain what it feels like.