I wanna be cured.
This is something that I’ve caught myself thinking a lot recently.
Cured.
Cured from what? You might ask.
Cured from constant worry.
From the fear of fear.
I want to be able to wake up care free.
Light,
Feeling like my lungs fill up with the adequate amount of air that my body needs with every breath.
cured would be....
Me, not worrying about when my next panic attack is going to be.
Not having this never ending black cloud hovering over my head.
This constant nagging feeling that something bad IS going to happen.
(I just don’t know when, but it will.)
Granted there are medications that I can shove down my throat to numb the effects.
They make you foggy, and life less.
Alcohol, a short lasting cure which in end the just causes more panic when the buzz wears off.
There isn’t a cure,
That’s the depressing thing about it.
Shock therapy, medications, hypnosis, councilors, the list goes on and on.
They only help for a short time if at all then you are back at square one.
But with persistence, the will to fight it each and every day. No matter how exhausting.
You can learn to cope.
It never leaves you, the fear.
But you can learn how to live with it.
And that’s my current journey.
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