I found the following piece of prose in a travel journal from 2001. These were dark days for me as I was suffering from bad depression and anxiety – I know that now. At the time I was overseas on my first European trip and loving it. I finally felt free – I was tasting independence and happiness, and I was dreading coming home.
I’ve had a go at tweaking it slightly, so that it now flows better. I thought I would share with you, as an insight into the mind of someone struggling with anxiety.
The thoughts circle each other…
Round…and round…and around.
I want them to stop but my mind is trapped.
There is no escape route or ‘off’ switch,
Just the constant whirring of the cogs in my brain.
At times the effort seems too great,
But as I breathe, life goes on.
Janine Ripper 2001, Revised 2011