I’ve wasted hours

stacking shelves

with not good enough.

I’ll never get into bed

to be ready on time

with washing up

this tight chest,

teetering on an invisible edge

restless.

helpless

pacing with my loneliness.

I found old CBT diagrams I drew to cope with anxiety attacks.

I decided to turn them into poetry instead of painful memories. 

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Kristiana Reed juggles writing and teaching English; in both vocations she endeavours to remind people of their self worth and how dazzlingly beautiful the world can be.

You can read more of Kristiana’s writing at My Screaming Twenties