This is a project that’s a bit personal to me but it’s something I also have decided to share with the good folks of TWC because it is some stuff I wrote that I’m also a bit proud of and always wanted to share with others. Long story short, a few years back I began having crippling panic attacks and was prescribed a SSRI by a general practitioner I barely knew pr had seen that made me incredibly paranoid and suicidal as well as giving me crippling insomnia while being told I had to “push through it”. Honestly given I was playing rugby at the time and the issues started with bouts of headaches and vertigo, I’m partly still convinced I had an undiagnosed concussion but it’s water under the bridge. The mental strain I was under at the time eventually resulted in a rough few weeks in psych. This is a poetry project I wrote in there that kind of kept me going while I detoxed and switched meds. I hope if anyone here is going through things like that they know they’re not alone and hope you guys enjoy the ravings of someone losing and re-finding their mind in poem form:
Chapter I: Depression
I. Fear
The pit in the stomach,
Like a sea of black washing over you
As the vision starts to go dark,
You fear the end is near
Faint your body feels,
As a wave of freezing heat fills your eyes,
As your limbs go electric and numb,
You’re filled with dread, already dead
It eats away at you,
It’s the lack of compassion that hurts the most
Like a leach bleeding it’s victim dry,
Like an infection to the spine,
It leaves you lost,
And paralyzed
This poem of course refers primarily to the panic attacks that were my initial issue as well as the perception from my initial primary doctor that the physical issues I was dealing with at the time were simply entirely in my head and could be easily solved by his preferred prescription in a “one size fits all” stance while refusing to switch me off when the pill I was given greatly exacerbated my anxiety issue along with bringing severe side effects. The “fear” these panic attacks brought felt like facing down death itself several times a day, truly leaving me paralyzed.
I’ll try to post one every day or few days going forward til I reach the end.