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i’ll write the requests soon. i am just finding comfort in my problems and writing them down as a story. i’ll try to write them all by the end of this year<3
thank you for your time, for all of your support. i hope you’re enjoying this journey just as i am. i love you all guys. every single one of you
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Depersonalization (written by me, Jessika Albright)
(For you to fully understand this poem, you must know what depersonalization is. It’s an anxiety condition where one feels as though their life is a dream and nothing is real. It feels almost as if you’re watching yourself from outside your body. It’s a very depressing and scary illness)
Throw me a chain Drag me back in Stuck in a place, A place so dim.
Drowning in fears, Barely alive. Disconnection. Trying to strive.
I just wonder, I wonder why, Life feels unreal Every last cry.
‘Guess you could say, I’m a bit unhinged, Lost in my mind, I crack and cringe.
I dream awake, I live asleep, My life’s unreal, Alone I weep.
Worries haunt me, I get no break, Stuck in this dream, It all feels fake.
Trying to explain, No use at all.. I feel stranded, No one to call.
It’s unnoticed, The state I’m in. War of the mind, Wearing so thin.
The question is, Can it be cured? The anxiety? The brain that’s stirred?
Or am I stuck, Living a dream. An achey, lost, Sad little thing.
Please, Light me some fire, Lead to safety, Bring me home to Reality.
OCD
Obsessive compulsive disorder. It’s not just worrying if the door is locked, it’s checking the door a bajillion times even though everytime you check, it’s still locked. It’s not just kissing your teddy bear once before bed, it’s kissing it 128 times and telling it “I love you”, and hugging it a certain amount too. It’s worrying the person you love is going to leave your life if you don’t kiss him/her a number of times. This haunts my life and puts horrible images in my head. My mind convinces me bad things WILL happen if I don’t do certain things. It makes my mind a living hell. Flipping light switches, checking the closet, kissing my parakeet, tapping a pencil, saying things repeatedly.. Gahh.. It may seem like no big deal, but it is scary and it is not a fun thing. Fuck OCD
