Being Nicer to Myself & A Force to be Reckoned With
I've written a pretty lengthy poem called, "Anatomy of Anxiety". It delves deep into my experience with anxiety, how it makes me feel and my hopes for living a fruitful life after finally facing it after many years. I'll be publishing it verse by verse over the next few weeks on this blog. Below is the next two parts - "Being Nicer to Myself & A Force to be Reckoned With".
Anatomy of Anxiety Table of Contents:
Theres, of course, a lot that this doesn't cover. If you every want to talk more about your relationship with anxiety, please e-mail me.
Being nicer to myself
When did I last relish in my own awesomess?
When did I last let myself call me “awesome”?
You can’t tell me because all you’ve called me is awful.
Why can’t I accept a compliment?
Have you ever paid me a compliment?
No, you’ve just made digging comments.
If you’ve got so much to say, why don’t you just
Throw a concert
Better yet a pity party.
You’ll be the one throwing pity parties soon,
I’ll be throwing the real ones.
You’re not invited and neither are your friends
Because I gotta look out for myself in the end
And I’m hoping I can bring this abusive relationship to an end.
A force to be reckoned with
Can’t I just acknowledge that I’m a force to be reckoned with?
Rather than accept my flaws, can’t I accept my skills?
My accomplishments? My awesomeness?
Life is more than the to do list.
I am more than the to-do list.
I am more than my accomplishments.
I am capable of enjoying little moments again.
I am capable of enjoying life again.