Ups, there is an angry thought. It’s like a shark hissing as a pot. A strong wave pushes the shark away. Let’s act without anger come what may. A whole school of furious sharks Sometimes fills my deeds and remarks. When fully overwhelmed by emotion, I say: I’m not the sharks, I’m the ocean.   Ups, there is an anxious thought. It’s like a coral reef cutting a boat. The waves with time make corals smooth. Let’s act without anxiety’s sharp tooth. Sometimes I’m like a diver caught in a coral reef, Unable to break free from the razor teeth. When fully overwhelmed by emotion, I say:...

My mind is like a little boy, Who makes everything his toy. Unaware of any danger – I have to be its constant ranger. I tell it to stay away from detail – Most of the time to no avail. I remind it to stop looking for guilt – It finds not some, but a whole quilt. I put stress on not living in the future – Yet how much anxiety my mind will nurture. I cannot leave it alone for a moment. It gets restless, loose and impatient.   Take care, Helena Smole, author of: – a fantasy novel with romance Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships – Balancing the Beast, a book...

It is a fine line between being careful and showing a mental illness symptom called anxiety. I can never tell, whether it is just my personality trait or am I exhibiting a symptom. I have found lately that I over-analyze myself. I see every worry as mental instability. Often people tell me stories in a way, which clearly shows, that they worry about the described situation. I try to comfort them: “Don’t worry.” Most of them answer: “I am not worried. I just described my situation.” In my opinion, they do not feel the worry, because they want to hide it. It is supposed to show weakness. Well,...

  Anxiety is like sitting in a rose bush. I find a thorn in me and away I push. Trying to be free, even reborn. But all I get is another fear – another thorn. With the new virus the bush got wider. I ask myself, why do I even bother? The virus killed the writer in me? How do I get words through to thee? Please don’t forget my humble writing, All I can say I’ll keep on fighting. Fighting for afternoons without fear, If not entirely – sometimes I come near. I promise I’ll try to keep you posted in my posts, Even if every morning I wake up afraid of my own thoughts.   Take...

Any reasonable person knows, one cannot prevent destiny. Being a person with anxiety, however, I must remind myself daily that I can only do so much to prevent trouble. I am often swimming in worst case scenarios. I get sick and tired of trying to convince myself they will not happen. And when I chase them away, new appear. I am battling with a few of them right now. Yet, I do not want to share them, for I am afraid they could trigger anxiety in my readers. Except the funny incident with the soap. I can share that much, I believe. I am too aware of viruses and bacteria, so I wash my hands too often. I...