mental illness Tag

Stigma

I wrote this poem at three-o’clock in the morning, maybe six or seven months ago, while my heart was trying to pound its way out of my chest. It was in fight or flight mode, fueled by the adrenaline rush of a panic attack that awakened me from my slumber. I don’t know why the first place I go to calm myself is the bathroom, but that’s where I found myself. Writing the poem helped me focus on something other than my heart.