You need to feel the emotion first, accept it, ride through it, and then take action to
improve it.

Each day of fighting is a battle in itself,
Lost inside this empty fragile shell.
The body that aches and the mind that races,
Anxiety is what leaves these traces.

Each day is a battle with this condition,
You can’t help but think about the life you are missing.
A dark place in which you see no end,
You have to make anxiety your friend.

Each day you wonder how long this will last,
But one day this will be a ghost of your past.
You can’t see the light but you know that it’s there,
You can’t help but see the fear everywhere.

Each day you wake with that dreaded feeling,
is a day closer to your sensitized nerves healing.
A bully that robs you of your personality,
One day you will regain your mental clarity.

Each day you fight to find a way out,
your often filled with mounds of self-doubt.
You wonder if you will ever recover,
You spend each day giving much needed support to each other.

Each day you wonder if you’re going crazy,
your mind is incredibly hazy.
You look at how happy other people are,
and wonder why you feel so bizarre.

Each day is a step closer when you accept,
To the recovery of this chapter you’ll never forget.
Shaky nerves will be a thing of the past,
and you will soon have your life back at last.