Tara

 

 

Chew Toy

My body, my stomach, my chest is a ball
A dog runs after it and
Occasionally gives it a little chew

It’s that lurching feeling
That sinking
A mix of fluttery anxious butterflies
And deep sorrow
Heart races and mind is overactive
All you want to do is slow your breathing down
You are calm, you are calm
Get up, walk around and forget to forget the panic

Sometimes reality hits
Shit, this all really happened
The enormity of it all hits like a truck
But just for a second
And then it’s the painful, numbness again
You are not real and the ball is in knots

 

 

 Tara hopes to raise awareness on mental health issues and on how they can impact daily life. She also covers these in her blog, Tara Talks. https://taratalks.wixsite.com/blogging/blog 

Tara has also featured on IS&T as part of Mental Health Awareness Week: http://www.inksweatandtears.co.uk/pages/?p=16491

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