Anxiety/Depression, Poetry

Weekend Away

Approximate reading time: 4min

Written the 4th June 2021

A gorgeous cabin in New Forest

 for the weekend

my first holiday EVER

 away with my best friend

I should feel happy, excited

 to finally be getting away

by the time I boarded the train

 I felt nothing but dismay

Completely overwhelmed

drowned by anxiety

OMG

What the fuck’s wrong with me?

I’ve travelled the whole world

ALL by myself ON MY OWN!!

I’m used to being a traveller

that travels alone

Now I’m travelling an hour

and a bit up the road

And I feel like my chest

wants to explode

I had to phone my cuz

 (he just lets me cry)

He encourages me to breathe

He never asks why

Sometimes he so beautifully

just holds a space

for all of my emotions

that are so hard to embrace

is what I need to have

Travel Anxiety

is not all that bad

We spoke a bit

 I shared some news

My other flatmate, honey

 is now leaving too

I love him so much

He is such a great guy

 (He needs a bigger room

so I understand why)

But my heart feels broken

 I get so exhausted with change

I would just love some consistency

things to stay the same

I counted a while back

how many flatmates through the years

75 flatmates

15 homes have been shared

All I’ve ever wanted is a home

to settle down and feel safe

(Seriously universe

How fucking long do I have to wait?)

46

next week

How can this be?

(That’s four years away from bloody 50!)

Look at me

nothing tangible to show

No husband no kids

that I can support

and watch grow

A heart full of love

so much I can give

 I feel so stuck

on the side-lines

watching other people live

It’s so hard to have compassion

and love for myself

when I slip into this

N.E.G.A.T.I.V.E

 P.E.S.S.I.M.I.S.T.I.C

self

But I’m feeling a little calmer

 so grateful I can write

Share my emotions

when my chest feels tight

As I watch my excitement

it slowly creeps in

I can’t wait to see Rachel

for the whole weekend

So grateful to have finally

 found my tribe

People who accept me

 I don’t have to hide

No need to put on a brave face

Pretend everything is OK

I can be authentic and real

even if I’m having a bad day