My anxiety means I spend a lot of time focussed on the past about what went well or more likely what didn't and what might or might not happen in the future.
It's exhausting. One of my 'creative' outlets is to get things down on virtual paper and see if I can make them rhyme. It helps. It gets it out of my head, I like the process of creating and creativity makes me feel good, even if the content is sad I can take something from the process. So, why not try something creative, writing, singing, interpretive dance. It doesn't matter what it is really, the solace is in the process, not necessarily in the result. It's the taking part that counts. Sometimes I wish I had the words to let you know just how absurd these thoughts are running through my brain when I think of you It's like a tap I can't turn off an asthma sufferers nasty cough the past and future fuck me up when I think of you I just think what I say is bad I hate the thought I've made you sad the seconds hurt, the minutes drag when I think of you The pain of loss of such a friend pokes a wound that never mends My stomach churns like washing machines when I think of you I saw you today it made me glow like ready brek does in the snow you'll always give me butterflies when I think of you
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