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After the Storm
I'm now sat eating a Kit Kat
All the waves were negotiated
I am an idiot, but a resourceful one
Anxiety is a ridiculous thing
I feel so guilty when I find myself in a storm
The storm is real, I go into a state of panic
My self worth disappears
Because I feel I could/should be fine
Then I have to show up anyway
I don't crumble, I figure it out
My brain fires up, feedback is good
Hopefully no one knows I felt like I was having a near death experience before the 'hello'
No doubt I'm a factor in the storm
I'm not kind to myself
I can't understand how I'm tolerated
That feeling of disgust at self has lingered
I've not failed
But I can't consolidate that with worth
I feel I got lucky
There's no way I can fully absorb positive feedback
If I just switched off the anxiety
Stopped extrapolating off the chart
I can't even imagine that kind of existence
Until next time
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