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Why the Taboo?

Why the Taboo?

Oh no! Not again,Ā 
This seems to be a continuous trend
Knots in my chest and gnawing in my belly
Oh no! My legs are starting to feel like jelly
The high pitched buzzing in my head
And that awful, horrible, feeling of dread,

Why is this happening?
What can I do?
Then I can’t breathe or even talk to you
Take a deep breath,
You’ll be alright,Ā 
You are trying to help
But I think you may have gotten a fright.Ā 

I’m all twisted, I can’t even speak,Ā 
I go to sit down as my legs feel so weak,Ā 
My head so sore
My brain feels like it’s squashing against my skull,Ā 
I can’t even eat, as I feel so full
Full of fear, panic, worry and pain,Ā 
This is starting to cause a drain,Ā 
It really is a tremendous strain.Ā 

My breathing gets quicker
Such shortness of breath
This panicky feeling is causing so much stress,Ā 
I get down on my hunkers and try to relax
My anxiety levels have reached their max.Ā 
There’s nowhere I can go!
What can I do?
Stress and anxiety is real
Yet, why the taboo?Ā 

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Marion

Heard and understood...completely x

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