My Panic Attacks
They say,
sit down,
count to ten,
breathe.
As if I haven’t tried that.
As if numbers could melt
the cold that crawls my neck,
spreading upward,
tightening the back of my head,
turning my thoughts to glass,
my stomach to knots,
my body to stone.
It grabs my ribs,
chokes my throat,
makes the floor tilt,
and I wait to fall,
to pass out,
to stop feeling this.
And then,
gone.
Like a cruel trick.
But it waits,
hiding in the next breath,
the next heartbeat,
the next second I stop bracing.
This week, Docincreases my meds,
100 mg of sertraline to build a wall,
propranolol to slow the storm
Calm the fear inside my chest
And still, it comes.
But I’m still here.
Shaken, tired, angry sometimes,
but here.
in between the attacks I feel good
then out of the blue they come.
So don’t tell me it’s simple.
Don’t tell me to sit down and count.
Just be quiet,
stay close,
and let me survive this
my own way.
To some, it’s a panic attack.
To me, it’s frightening,
and something I can’t control.
Please let my tab increase stop it.
Please, God
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Panic attacks are very scary, but you seem to have things covered and what really started these attacks if you confronted that issue maybe the attacks will stop. Just a question that may help. Good job.
I'm sorry your having a tough time. I remember when I was feeling like this, I found it hard to explain to my husband and I felt like people didn't understand. I understand what you're going through and I know it's really tough. I hope those panic attacks go away soon ❤️
I'm so sorry you need to go through this. I wish there was something I could do to help. If you'd like a friend, just email: [email protected]. I won't hesitate to answer. I'll pray for you although, honestly, I don't know how prayer would heal your attacks. Just try to find some comfort in knowing someone cares.