Shaking. Muscles.
Why? What do my hands and legs and even my mouth have to do with anything?
This is some seriously twisted fnckuppery! Have problem, seek treatment,
take prescription, feel so much worse.
Wait, worse? What??
Higher anxiety than I've ever known,
Years of decent sleep suddenly implode with a week of insomnia,
The hard-earned appetite gets scooped into the bin, feels like it did months ago before it was getting better,
Rumination, poor concentration, lack of focus and comprehension,
Far too exhausted to keep social plans,
And unrelenting intrusive suicidal ideations
Underscored by the devil's rhythm,
A haunting tremor going up and down stairs,
Holding on tightly to the grab bar in the shower,
Hope the roads are dry and clear so I can use cruise control instead of fruitlessly attempting to stop bouncing my legs,
Overcome with near panic just want something peaceful to calm me down...
Coloring. Challenge. Botanical beauties and bountiful hues of reds, greens, and blues,
Grasping fine markers and willing the tip to touch down between the correct lines.
I skip it. For now.
I can wait it out.
Next appointment and the doc says stop.
Discontinuation oddly feels rather continuous,
A couple of weeks should be all it ever is,
Temporarily here, temporarily inconvenient,
Temporarily making depression and anxiety far worse, far more severe, distortions far more intense.
How long?
How long will I wait?
I come back to the page, determined,
Having mentally accepted that the shaking will make a mess, and it's ok,
It's not my fault,
It's not a big deal,
It's not noticeable,
It's not easy to keep going, without judging
I keep pushing through the days,
Forcing my butt into the chair,
Dedicated to the challenge.
I watch the felt tip quiver, as if watching a video play in fast speed,
I relax my grip, I begin again, and boldly stroke the pattern of leaves,
I don't make mistakes, I make decisions
I don't make mistakes, I make beauty
I don't make mistakes, I make progress
I don't make mistakes, I make reds, greens, and blues,
And as the once black-and-white design is overcome with shades of green, teal, turquoise, lilac, berry, and citrus,
I stare down, bewildered,
The times I could not control the tip of the line of color
only exist in memory or micrograph,
Effectively lost when I take in the whole page.
It's beautiful, and I'm smiling.
I'm also still shaking.
One obstacle conquered, one demon vanquished,
But this tremor isn't ready to go back to the hell from whence it came.
#CheckInWithMe #Depression #Anxiety #calm #MightyPoets
I don't know how I'm doing it. Maybe they're right... I am strong. Even if I just feel it for a part of today, that's more than I got yesterday or the day before it. And it better not be from any of the drugs I'm already accustomed to, the ones that were helping before things got so difficult... Ok, brain, you can cut it out now.
#staymighty