Sometimes, where I go, you show up uninvited, unstoppable, with no manners but let's face it, no man errs in calling you in the worst moments possible. You are the closest I ever got to feel like dying. You press your heavy forehead on my soft chest and keep my breath in place all this while I'm trying to slip from underneath the weight of you. Bad if there's really a "heaven's gate" then you just be the keyhole I keep peeking through. Anxiety it is... Picture credit - Pinterest #savinggrace #anxiety #you #poem

Anxiety it is... Picture credit - Pinterest #savinggrace #anxiety #you #poem

Sometimes,
where I go, you show up
uninvited,
unstoppable,
with no manners but let's face it, no man errs in calling you in the worst moments possible.

You are the closest I ever got to feel like dying.

You press your heavy forehead on my soft chest and keep my breath in place all this while I'm trying to slip from underneath the weight of you.

Bad if there's really a "heaven's gate" then you just be the keyhole I keep peeking through. Anxiety it is...

Picture credit - Pinterest
#savinggrace #anxiety #you #poem

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My brain is a laboratory I dissect every situation, every possibility, every text message, every person, figuratively And I'm starting to realize that jumping to conclusion is easier then forming a hypothesis or even conducting an experiment Anxiety has made me a great script writer in my head Horror being my preferable genre I believe I have Jaws that can devour peoples ear when they don't want to listen I mean I have my own set of stranger things happening to me, around to me or jst by me And am starting to realise that I am better at conjuring endings than beginning But I never know what's going to happen in between, so I do what they do in horror movies I say everything that scares me, I do everything that makes me uncomfortable Hoping that ending would change, and on most days , the ending does change But there are days doesn't My anxiety makes me a girl who I hve Alwys been afraid of . The girl who doesn't walk her talk And when she does walk around, she cannot do that without breaking something or someone And she's loud and squeaky as she makes every argument, every mistake, every secret Basically, every conversation a Facebook post Or better yet a poem These are the days, my anxiety makes me a girl Who will never be good enough at anything and I'm starting to believe that I don't have to be. Yupp!! My anxiety is a Boggart

My anxiety is a Boggart

My brain is a laboratory
I dissect every situation, every possibility,
every text message, every person, figuratively
And I'm starting to realize that jumping to conclusion is easier
then forming a hypothesis or even conducting an experiment

Anxiety has made me a great script writer in my head
Horror being my preferable genre
I believe I have Jaws that can devour peoples ear
when they don't want to listen
I mean I have my own set of stranger things
happening to me, around to me or jst by me
And am starting to realise that I am better at conjuring
endings than beginning
But I never know what's going to happen in between,
so I do what they do in horror movies

I say everything that scares me, I do everything
that makes me uncomfortable
Hoping that ending would change, and on most days
, the ending does change
But there are days doesn't
My anxiety makes me a girl who I hve Alwys been afraid of
. The girl who doesn't walk her talk
And when she does walk around, she cannot do that without breaking
something or someone

And she's loud and squeaky as she makes
every argument, every mistake, every secret
Basically, every conversation a Facebook post
Or better yet a poem

These are the days, my anxiety makes me a girl
Who will never be good enough at anything and
I'm starting to believe that I don't have to be.

Yupp!! My anxiety is a Boggart

Kumar Jitendra Jk TSOL.

ये जिंदगी के दीप, ना जाने कब बुझ जाय.. पर तेरे नफरत की दीवार, रोज बड़े होते हैं.. हम खिलौना नहीं तेरे बचपन की, जिसे सरेआम खेला जाय.. ये तो वो हकीक़त है जिसे देख, ख्वाब भी थर्राये... जितेन्द्र ✍ Jk TSOL ✍ https://t.co/rXdCZLuKSg Real is always real.

Real is always real.

ये जिंदगी के दीप, ना जाने कब बुझ जाय..

पर तेरे नफरत की दीवार, रोज बड़े होते हैं..

हम खिलौना नहीं तेरे बचपन की, जिसे सरेआम खेला जाय..

ये तो वो हकीक़त है जिसे देख, ख्वाब भी थर्राये...

जितेन्द्र ✍ Jk TSOL ✍

https://t.co/rXdCZLuKSg Real is always real.

Mr.Hubby

हम जितने प्यार से सोशल मीडिया पर किसी को धन्यवाद देते हैं अथवा बात करते हैं उतने विनम्रता से कोई भी अपने माता-पिता को कभी भी किसी काम के लिए धन्यवाद नहीं कहता। जो हमें जन्म देते हैं पहचान देते हैं हमने उनसे बत्तमीजी में ही बात की है छोटे-छोटे बात पर ढेर सारा गुस्सा और उनका कहना ना मानना आदि। लेकिन सोशल मीडिया पर सिर्फ एक दिन के लिए हमारी पूरी मातृत्व जाग जाती है, जो बच्चे फादर्स डे को भी पिता जी के पैर तक नहीं छूते वे तो सबसे इमोशनल स्टेटस लगाते हैं। अगर माता-पिता भी स्टेटस देखते तो शायद शर्म के मारे वो भी नहीं लगाते। बाकि तो सभी को धन्यवाद। 🐥🐤🐣 #Real real life is here

#Real real life is here

हम जितने प्यार से सोशल मीडिया पर किसी को धन्यवाद देते हैं अथवा बात करते हैं
उतने विनम्रता से कोई भी अपने माता-पिता को कभी भी किसी काम के लिए धन्यवाद नहीं कहता।
जो हमें जन्म देते हैं पहचान देते हैं
हमने उनसे बत्तमीजी में ही बात की है
छोटे-छोटे बात पर ढेर सारा गुस्सा और उनका
कहना ना मानना आदि।
लेकिन सोशल मीडिया पर सिर्फ एक दिन के लिए हमारी पूरी मातृत्व जाग जाती है,
जो बच्चे फादर्स डे को भी पिता जी के पैर तक नहीं छूते वे तो सबसे इमोशनल स्टेटस लगाते हैं।
अगर माता-पिता भी स्टेटस देखते तो शायद शर्म के मारे वो भी नहीं लगाते।
बाकि तो सभी को धन्यवाद।
🐥🐤🐣 #Real real life is here

Diwa

Locked up inside her head, Thinking herself dead-- Pining for things left unsaid; Torn pieces of might-have-beens, Piling up on her empty bed. It's too convenient to end it And make them all believe That she didn't make it; It's too easy to simply sleep And drown in the lunacy That holds her, forever adrift-- And yet, another voice demands That she doesn't leap. "Anxiety" #Anxiety #diwa #yqbaba