I sing. In class, in the shower, in my car. In fact I sing almost everywhere at any time. Unless I'm sad. Today I had for the first time ever a serious anxiety attack. I hitted on me and got me. I was clearly overstressed, my heart pumped like crazy, the adrenaline rushed through my veins but still didn't make me able to think clear, I had trouble breathing and cried.
I could no longer sing. On those moments I wish there was someone's who knows the songs in my heart and could sing them to me for I can not remind the lyrics. Or even just whispering would be fine too! But there was no singing or whispering.
Oh, what I would do to cry and bury my face into the chest of a loving, caring man who would soothe me to sleep and say I'll be okay. That the only thing I need to do right now is breath slowly and let go of the sorrow while I can be sure I won't fall because he's holding me tight and won't let me go before he knows I'll be fine again. Before he knows I've found the words again to start singing the songs in my heart.
Tonight I go early to bed. Trying to breath slowly and ease my rushing heart a bit. And I'll stare at the empty side of the bed... Wondering about what he would say to me when he would lay there. <3
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