It's been 2 weeks now for my new meds to take hold, 

things are finally feeling more controlled.  

My mind still races, like it normally does,  

but I have lost some of that chemical fuzz.  

My interest in life has eventually returned, 

my mental health stripes  I have earned.  

 

This period of anxiety has by far been the worst,  

 I know in someways anxiety and depression in my life, will always be cursed.  

But that’s ok, it's part of  me, 

and I will come back fighting for all to see.  

It will give me new strength to carry on, 

and in these poems I hope my literacy has shone.  

 

Taking the tablets is less scary now, 

I have found I can smile and laugh when time allows. 

I feel more like I have regained some of the old me 

and I hope I go back to being relaxed and carefree.  

I have worked hard on my personal self care,  

baths, reading books, writing and gardening have all helped me there.  

 

I know I will probably revisit these dark days, 

I have to remember I survived in my own special way. 

It's important to ride the wave during this particular spell, 

as I continue to get better and fell well.  

Take each day one by one, 

I hope this battle is finally done.  

 

21/01/18 Natalie Sparnon