Safe Space: The Anxiety Project
A safe space for people to discuss openly and candidly what living with anxiety is like.
Wednesday, 14 September 2016
The Penny Drops
Monday, 29 August 2016
Suitcase Label
Saturday, 13 August 2016
I'm Not Going To Not Do Things
So sorry for the lack of posts recently, I've been travelling places a lot- but I managed to type up a few things I've been working on last week whilst at home- here's one of them!
I'm not 100% happy with it, it's a bit simplistic- but I think the message is pretty simple. Let me know what you think!
I’m not going to not do things
I’m not going to
not do things
I’m still going to do things
Because I have to
I can’t not do things
just because there’s a risk
that I’ll have a panic attack
So I’ll go back to uni
do love properly
go to a bar
talk to someone I don’t know
go to someone’s wedding
because I have to
and I’ll get anxious
I’ll get triggered
maybe I’ll have one
maybe I wont
but if I do
If I feel it
get triggered
have one
calm myself down if I can
feel like shit for a couple of hours
and then carry on
because I have to
So I’ll go to a job interview
go shopping by myself
answer the front door
say hi to the neighbours
ring my nan on the phone
and yes, be a fucking psychotherapist
or be anything if I want
so I’ll call across the office at work
stand in a crowded train
speak up in a meeting
go swimming by myself
make small talk at the hairdressers
so I’ll try to do it and fail
nearly vom on a crowded bus
try to speak up at work and fail
have one the day before my wedding
and one at someone else’s wedding
and I’ll get anxious
I’ll get triggered
maybe I’ll have one
maybe I wont
but if I do
If I feel it
get triggered
have one
calm myself down if I can
feel like shit for a couple of hours
and then carry on
because I have to
Wednesday, 6 July 2016
Failure
This post is a rather lazy throw back to a slam poem I wrote a few years ago, so sorry for the lack of original material, but I felt it relevant to share as I explain below...
I received a message from someone I knew at university about this blog and the stuff I'd been sharing on Facebook about my anxiety. She was describing how before she was diagnosed with having anxiety, she had just assumed that everyone else around her had really hated her and that she was just useless and worthless.
At first I was somewhat shocked by this assessment of how others saw her as, although it's been many years since I've seen this person, she is genuinely one of the most generous, caring, supportive and lovely people I've met, and I know many people, not just mutual friends would share this view.
Aside from this though, it hit me seconds later that although it shocked me that this lovely woman would think so little of herself, this was in fact exactly the way I often assume that people are thinking about me- that they must despise me and wonder why on earth I'm trying to talk to them or be near them.
There was a brief time when I moved away from home and went off to university when I was meeting lots of new people, that I simply couldn't believe people genuinely seemed to like me for who I was and wanted to spend time with me, more than once. My self esteem was so low that I just couldn't understand why people wanted to be friends with me. Memories of these feelings of confusion and inadequacy came flooding back and to be honest, it made me sad. Sad for this person, because I knew exactly what she meant.
Whilst in my CBT (Cognitive Behavioural Therapy) sessions last year, one particular chat stands out for me as my lovely therapist Bernard explained what he called a 'perceived judgement' that we often have about others- in that we assume we know what people are thinking about us. But as another dear friend who has suffered with eating disorders put it to me- people are not interested in you to the extent that you think they are, they are much more interested in themselves!
In short- we do not know what others are thinking of us and we cannot obsess over what we do not know for sure. This is easier said than done, especially for people with low self esteem. It is so difficult for us to believe that we are worthy, we are strong, that we are loved and needed.
This, essentially is my message in 'Failure' which is a performance piece I wrote for a different friend I knew in York who had really had a rough time of it at uni, due to some fairly serious that eventually caused her to be hospitalised for some months after having a complete mental breakdown. Worse than this, she was convinced that everything that had happened to her was completely her fault and because of mistakes she had made, because in her eyes, she was nothing more than a big fat failure,
This was my reply to her.
A recording of the poem is here- really sorry about the terrible sound quality, it was recorded on my laptop: https://soundcloud.com/blowfishfellova/failure-3
Friday, 24 June 2016
Smear
So, last year, I went for my very first smear test at the ripe old age of 25. For a year or so I'd been ignoring the various insistent letters from the NHS that I was way past needing to have one and decided to bite the bullet, gather my anxiety and go and get the bloody thing over with. Thousands of women have them every year, it's a simple procedure that the nurses do over and over again. How hard could it be?
I was joining a new doctors and so had made an appointment for a full check up, a smear test and, most crucially- the first appointment with a doctor discussing how I could access medication and therapy for my anxiety, which at that time was somewhat crippling.
Anyway, to cut a rather traumatic story short, the whole thing was a complete disaster. The poor nurse as well as the doctor in my next appointment had to deal with a half naked, bleeding, sobbing girl who couldn't calm down enough to tell them that she got anxious even using tampons, or when anything vaguely scary and intrusive was near her vagina and the whole reason she'd come to the doctors was to get help for her anxiety.
When I first started writing this particular poem last year, it triggered me so badly I would start to shake and the tears would come without me even realising. Now I can read it and edit it. I remember it. It's like it happened to someone else, but I know it was me, because I remember every detail through re-reading this poem.
I still haven't had another smear test. The letters still come. But one day I will have one and there will be no problems. Maybe one day I'll even be able to use tampons!
Smear
Friday, 3 June 2016
Welcome!
Hello :)
In this blog I plan to post the poems I've been working on to help me process my anxiety.
I've come a long from last year, when I found writing and reading about panic attacks to be horrendously triggering. Now I find it therapeutic to write, a calming process, where, by being able to
describe what happens to me, I am more in control and more aware of the power I have over my anxiety.
We are separate beings, me and my anxiety. I am not weak or pathetic because I suffer from it. It is something that happens TO ME, not something that I choose, or not choose to have. This has been a crucial lesson for me to learn and it empowers me. I can't get rid of it, but I can control it.
I hope that by being open about my anxiety that I can help others who are suffering, who need help and support. I hope to able to educate those who do not know what anxiety is, so that they can also help and support others.
If you have any questions or comments on these posts, please don't hesitate to post comments, I will be moderating them but I'll answer as many as I possibly can. Also please don't be afraid to comment on any poems that I post as I would love some feedback!
Thanks for reading, I'll post again soon :)
Lizzie.