Nahed

“Anxiety

I struggle with things that are as easy to others as breathing.

Like breathing. Like answering the phone. Or sending that email I have been meaning to for weeks.

I panic when I am asked out to dinner, even if it’s with someone I really want to see.

It’s hard for me to commit to anything, and when I do, I overthink it until my brain tells me I have made a mistake, like a rat caught in a maze, trying to claw its way out.

I don’t know why I am like this. People ask me why I can’t do anything without jumping through a thousand thoughts, like hoops. But sometimes I wonder if my inability to function in the real world is really such a bad thing. I wonder if that’s why I’ve spent so much time sheltered in my imagination.

And because I can’t live in the real world, I create worlds to belong to. And I wonder if the very thing I’ve always been told is my weakness, has all along, been my strength.”
― Lang Leav, Love Looks Pretty on You

“الموت أرحم من المرض النفسي، أنت لا تستطيع أن تمتلك ذكرى شخص يفقد علاقته بالعالم أمامك يومًا بعد يوم.”
― إيمان مرسال, كيف تلتئم: عن الأمومة وأشباحها

“I hear you knocking but I can't let you in. The last time almost killed me.
Love,
My heart”
― Alfa H, Abandoned Breaths

“I know my worth.
I’ve paid dearly
for every ounce of it.”
― Alfa