What it feels like to turn twenty-two!

On the eve of my twenty-second birthday I wanted to share my thoughts with you. Never have I ever felt older when my birthday has come. However this year was different. Even though it wasn't my birthday yet as soon as October first hit, I felt older. I felt twenty-two. What does it mean to feel twenty-two you ask? My feelings are this:
I am on the brink of having the best year of my life. I have this optimistic feeling rushing through my body. It's telling me that I have wonderful things coming to me. One of my new favorite songs called This'll Be My Year By Train says " No more countin' down the hours... Before I call it a day, Maybe this will be my year" I am nowhere near figuring out this thing called adulthood. But I know that tonight? It's a perfect night to dress up like hipsters, and have breakfast at midnight.

Not All Wounds are Visible: My Battle with Anxiety.

Before I realize what it is
the poison hits my heart.

This dark poison accelerates my beats per minute

The pounding hits my head.

I question what is happening,

and then it spreads.

The poison spreads to my body.

It hits my brain, and I rethink everything I've done.

I must have done something wrong.

I messed up sometime today.

Did I say the wrong thing?

Did I do the wrong thing?

I must have upset someone.

I try to remember the cures 

Listen to music

Breathe deeply

Go to your happy place.

The poison still spreads

The worry has overtaken me now.

I sit with my heart racing

Looking for answers

Where did I mess up?

Where is my mistake. 

It hurts, everything hurts.

This poison, this battle.

This anxiety.

I must stop it

I must go on

I must keep fighting.

This battle of mine?

I will win.