on being anxious:

A frog lives in my chest Sometimes, it jumps to my guts Some other times, it stays in my throat

When it rains, when it’s slightly cloudy When it’s dark and barely visible It ribbits, it ribbits, it ribbits It ribbits in my throat, I barely can hear my own voice I gargle to hush it down

A frog lives in my chest, it messes with my heartbeat I can’t even be mad because the odd feeling of it roaming inside me feels nice It’s a friendly feeling I carry around For a year, that turns into another, and another, and builds me into who I am today

this was written on 01/01/2024. i no longer took clobazam, seroquel, or sertraline at that time so i just have to accept the fact that i can’t calm my nervous system. and maybe my anxiety is just an anxious and loud little frog exists inside me. maybe it is a friendly friend i have, that happens to be a little bit too neurotic. maybe we can coexist and live together, cause i can’t get rid of it.