She wrote this poem herself. I have many, many more of her own pieces of work. I just have to find them all to be able to post them. I also make sure she’s okay with me doing that because these are words from her heart when she’s been down and out the hardest times of her life. So Momma makes sure to respect her privacy. If she says no, then I don’t do it. I won’t even 2nd question her about it even if that piece is that good I feel it needs to be shared. Just because momma thinks so doesn’t mean she feels the same way. But here is one she said yes too. Hope you enjoy.
Having anxiety and depression is like being scared and tired at the same time. it’s the fear of failure but no urge to be productive. It’s wanting friends but hating to socialize. It’s wanting to be alone but not wanting to be lonely. It’s caring about everything, then caring about nothing at all. It’s feeling everything at once then feeling paralyzingly numb. It’s so exhausting.