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Today’s poem is another old one, and has to do with my struggle to stay on my medications. Either I hated the side effects, didn’t like the thought of other toxins entering my body, or didn’t feel any benefits from them. 
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I am currently going through another med change. I hate the side effects, but the benefits outweigh the potential dangers of not taking my medication. 
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In this poem, I refer to my anxiety as a monster…

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My Own Best Friend

I told myself I couldn’t do it

couldn’t see myself going through with it

thought I’d rather die than possibly fail

my imagination tore into unknown pieces

pieces I couldn’t recognize anymore

fighting with myself about my motives

wondering if I was lazy or just didn’t care

knowing that if I could control the monsters inside of me

I could succeed at so many things

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though so many times I didn’t listen

to the ones saying I needed medication

I’m finally out of desperation

sticking with this pill routine

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thinking that nothing could possibly help

engaging in my own self-destruction

until one morning to my surprise

the monsters lurking inside of me were quiter

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after a few weeks of living with less anxiety

I began to see the world in a whole new light

not every little thing had to be such a fight

just to exist somehow started to feel alright

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now I’m venturing out doing things

I never thought that I could do again

since I really thought for me it was the end

i’m finally for once becoming my own best friend

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I still have a long way to go. My mental illness is uncurable, but I can continue to learn how to manage it and avoid my main triggers.

Thank you for reading, and until next time, stay safe, and be blessed!🖤🖤🖤

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