dimanche 23 mai 2021

My fight with anxiety

It's fine, it's acceptable. Accept it. That is what I really need to hear from myself.

I am still not accepting my anxiety, this is making me more anxious and can lead me to a very bad path, without a doubt depression. It's hard for me to accept it when I feel it, I am so eager to be happy that I must enjoy every good moment, and I become anxious about not doing so and then I keep thinking about my anxiety, did it ruin my moment? Why couldn't I control it? Why wasn't I strong enough? I should have focused more. This is my constant nightmare, it happens out of nowhere and stays with me no matter how hard I try to escape, my thoughts torture me. I get mad at myself in some way because I think of how bad it's gotten, why are my thoughts so constant and why do I have so little control over them... It's as if I am my worst enemy. I destroy myself bit by bit, without actually wanting to do it, my thought pattern and my fear control my head and end up making me my worst enemy. 

I should realize, that although I have a good life, I am where I want to be, I look the way I want to look, I work with what I need to, I also have a tough past, and that it's okay since life is not paradise, it's okay to have all one wants and still have issues. This is part of me now, and as long as I am still not accepting it is, I'll only get worse. Just like I love singing, riding horses, studying psychology, I am kind, goofy but also anxious. It's part of it all, I wish it weren't, but I can't wish too much, it's part of this whole we live in, it exists in this world, in our feelings, so I only have acceptance left towards it. 

 

mardi 18 mai 2021

Sometimes I wonder

Sometimes I wonder...

About how my life would be having stayed in Morocco...

I know I'd be a loser, because I am horrible at math, and it's harder there and taught in Arabic..

Therefore, I wouldn't have completed my studies...

As a consequence, I'd have a job as a beautician or hairdresser...

This way, I'd be paid very low wages... 

I'd make 300€ maximum...

I'd never been able to be independent until I get married...

I'd always depend on a man to ''save'' me from dependence...

I'd live in a place where I fear becoming sick...

Because it could mean waiting too long to be attended...

My rights would not be very relevant...

Because human rights are not fully developed...

Because I am a woman in an Islamic country...

I'd never been able to choose my religion...

The price would be too high...

I'd be rejected by everyone I know...

BUT

Sometimes I wonder,

What price I paid to be able to escape it all...

Very passively and invisibly...

A silent agony...

Of being mute for years...

Not knowing a new language...

Of extreme change in surroundings...

Without daylight or sunlight...

Alone...

Of agonizing nostalgia...

Everyday...

Everyday...

When waking up from it all...

When being able to communicate...

Now affected to the core...

Now too sore...

And it's so strong...

What this does to a human being...

It changes her forever...

The heavyweight transforms into chronic anxiety...

THEREFORE

Sometimes I wonder...

If despite all the rights I lacked and poverty I would have fallen into...

I would have stayed emotionally stable...