The dark place

There’s a dark place where I used to live that sucked me in down deep. The walls were huge, imprisoning and slippery and steep. Anxiety, depression, panic attacks just grew and grew and grew, until I felt so ill I couldn’t cope anymore with what to do. My mind grew foggy, and illnesses came to me more and more. I felt I was going crazy immobilised to my core, Then slowly the dark place lightened as I climbed out bit by bit, painful, steep and torturous I was supported out that pit I’ve now escaped that awful place that used to be my home but every now and then I hate back there my mind will roam. And triggers from that dark time make me anxious worried teary, immobilised and scared, my body and mind so weary. There’s a dark place where I used to live that sucked me in down deep, but despite the odd visit back there I’m out, loved and not needing to weep.