Worth Living Ambassador Ayesha Noor
I started writing poetry as a way to cope with my anxiety and the tumultuous emotions it caused that wreaked havoc on my sanity. Word by word, and poem by poem, I slowly released the agony rioting in my mind. When I’m not writing poetry, one can often find me curled up with a book or watching the latest crime series like my life depends on it.
TO THOSE WHO ARE SUFFERING FROM ANXIETY RIGHT NOW,
I know you are in a world of pain right now. I know you may think that it will never stop. I know that some of you may only see one end. I know it hurts more than you have ever hurt before.
I know that it feels like a tornado is constantly swirling in your head, not giving you much of a chance to gather your thoughts. I know you want to kick and scream at the injustice of it all. I know you may think: “why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this?”
Nothing. You have done absolutely nothing to deserve having anxiety. There is no rhyme or reason to it. Take comfort in the knowledge that your pain is not your doing. Take comfort in the fact that the pain does end. Take comfort in the fact that you can heal. Take comfort in the fact that there really is a light at the end of the tunnel, no matter how long the tunnel may be.
As you make your way down the path of healing, there will pitfalls and u-turns, and it may lead to feelings of frustration. But even that, even feeling frustrated is progress. Because anything is better than despair. Frustration can morph into doubt. It may have you thinking: “can I really do this?” Yes, you can! It may take some time and a lot of effort but it will happen. Slowly but surely, you will heal. You will feel normal again. You will feel joy again. You will feel hope again. You will look forward to the future again. You will want to live again. Don’t let the little setbacks, that are bound to happen, keep you down. I assure you, it is completely normal. It happens to all of us. It happened to me. Everything worth having takes time.
A day will come where you no longer cower in fear from your anxiety, but drown out its voice with a fierce roar of confidence in your ability to defeat it. As a lion does after it has caught its prey.
Love,
THE ONE WHO HAS COME OUT THE OTHER SIDE