We all experience levels of anxiety-and it can be debilitating. Recently, I was doing dishes before going to an open mic poetry event when a significant wave of anxiety hit me. Second grade was my first awareness of anxiety, and I received no support. In adulthood it became debilitating; I got support, and I’ve come a long way from panic attacks to present. I am now able to experience my anxiety in a different way; while doing dishes and thinking about it, I became inspired with the poem below, then read it during open mic that night. My hope is that it offers a new perspective and/or speaks to others’ experiences too!
Anxiety—come, sit, speak with me as one friend to another.
When I couldn’t see you as a friend —nonetheless you were. I see you now, dear one.
You cared for me enough to protect me. I knew to run from a lion chasing me, but you knew, Sweet Anxiety,
how much I needed protection from so many dangers right inside of me.
Threats to my very soul and spirit—so many hidden lions.
Sweet Anxiety, I see you now for the gift you’ve been to me.
I always feel your presence when you arrive, not that it’s comfortable
but I see you so differently now. I see you with love and compassion.
You’ve been a part of me much longer than I could see the friendship you offered.
I’m sorry.
It would’ve been nice to talk to you sooner.
Although—now—I’m much more comfortable feeling you through the eyes of compassion.
I can appreciate your heart toward me and I thank you, thank you, thank you.
You’ve led me—sorry for the kicking and screaming—to see, and face, many hidden lions.
So Anxiety, my sweet friend, please feel my deepest gratitude.
Come, sit with me, let’s talk, and relax, and see where the wonder of life takes us next.
Cheri Thomas
Cheri works as a Peer Support Specialist at Recovery Innovations. She writes as an expression of her heart in hopes of connecting to others’ hearts, so that no one feels alone on this journey-and instead feels valued, seen, and heard while growing in empowerment.