Camylou said...
When I'm having a panic attack it's like coming up to a cliff and expecting a bridge, but all you find is a huge, deep, vicious cavern and you're looking down into it and saying "Oh my gosh, how am I going to get across THAT?
When I was a child my mother was hospitalized with anorexia. She was given this poem by Roberta Gfeller that she found comforting. When my anxiety and panic peaked, it was passed on to me and recently to another family member overcoming a 20 year addiction to drugs and pain killers. What you said above about
looking down into a cavern made me this of that poem. It's about
how when we first experience something (like A/P) we don't know what to make of it and easily fall prey to it. With time we understand it, but still fall prey. With still more time we learn to take conscious actions to move forward, and eventually those coping techniques become automatic allowing us to move beyond it. If it helps you Camylou or anyone else reading this, I thought I'd share:
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost.... I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I'm in the same place.
But it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in.... it's a habit.
My eyes are
open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
I walk down another street.
Here's hoping that we can all in time walk down another street!