For as long as I can remember, I have been an anxious person. Up until a couple of years ago, I didn’t know that whatever I was feeling had a name to it. I just thought that this was who I am and I had to learn to live with it and deal with it somehow. With my mom’s generation, that was exactly how she was taught as a child and had instilled it in me all of those years ago. Back then people didn’t talk about their problems. They were just told to suck it up and deal with it. Well, that wasn’t going to fly with me anymore. I finally had the courage to ask my doctor one day if what I was feeling was normal and she told me that I might have Generalized Anxiety Disorder. After she told me this, I had realized that I needed to talk to someone who could really help me. My doctor then referred me to a therapist that I could talk to about my issues that I have been having in my life. I had lived in the darkness for so long, I thought there was no way I could fight my way out. Talking with my therapist has helped me to put a name to what I have and to help me to figure out a way to cope with it. By that I mean my therapist and I are setting those goals and working towards them, so that way in the very distant future, I will be able to do life without a therapist because I will be able to manage my symptoms better. She certainly has helped me to slowly fight my way out of the darkness. Two years later, I have made progress for sure, but there are days when I still doubt myself. I still question certain things about my life, like this blog for example. Right now, I am wondering if this will all work out. What makes my blog so special? What sets me apart from all of the other blogs out there? Why do I let the darkness consume me when I think this way sometimes? Then I write in my anxiety journal and take my deep breaths. I then thought positively and told myself that because of this blog I can help people. Over time I had let the darkness slowly consume me that I hadn’t realized how big this issue was. How did I let it get this far in my life and why had I ignored it for so long? Writing poetry has helped me in the past, even when I didn’t know all of my diagnoses that I had that was eating away at me. I hope that with my poetry, that I can comfort others and let them know that it’s ok. Everyone has their ups and downs, but the trick is to not let the downs get the better of you. Just by taking it little by little, day by day, you too can get to where I am today. You too can get towards feeling a sense of contentment and calmness. We are all in this together. Especially with this world stuck in this virus right now. I hope you are all staying safe and healthy out there. Until next time. Take care.