THE LIFE OF AN ANXIOUS PERSON IS A ROLLER COASTER

THE LIFE OF AN ANXIOUS PERSON IS A ROLLER COASTER

The life of an anxious person is shit, it's a roller coaster: you have to be alert all the time so as not to give space to your thoughts. If a little gap opens, it's f*cking awful! It can take a while to close it. And worse still, if you try to talk to someone, most people won't understand or, worse still, some people don't care about it, since 'no one is obligated to do anything'. People can't (or don't want to) understand that neediness, that possessiveness, that excessive zeal that an anxious person has. And, most of the time, people distance themselves, which makes the anxious person's mind worse. And, worse still, many times the anxious person has no reason to be anxious, but unfortunately they have this condition. The life of an anxious person is to survive day after day. The life of an anxious person is to be cautious with everything.

 

'In battles I have been victorious

But when I win I can also get hurt

They say that my strength is too much

Without seeing that in my chest I hide my sorrow

Know then that when I fall I pray to my God

Know who is it that lifts me up if I am alone

Sword in hand I am crying

For inside the armor there is only a boy.'

(Prisma, 1987)

Raphael Paiva