Mental Illness Poem

Poem about Anxiety Disorder

I have struggled with anxiety for many years. It is such an awful thing and for people that don't have any idea what it is like, it is hard for them to understand. They think that you can just pull yourself out of it. One day I was so anxious and overwhelmed by these feelings and I started to write. This is what came to me. For any of you that struggle with this, you are not alone. I hope that you will somehow learn to overcome it. Unfortunately, I have not. But I will never give up hope.

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Mysterious Pain

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Published: July 2011

With her head hung low
and nowhere to go

She can't explain
this mysterious pain

It comes on so fast
How long will it last

Her heart is just pounding, her head starts to spin
Please go away, she does not want you in

She's uncontrollably crying
It feels like she's dying

Her body is trembling, her hands start to shake
She feels so helpless with this horrible ache

Someone, please help her, make this go away
She can't stand to feel this way one more day

Someone, please help her, she's down on her knees
She's scared and helpless and hopes no one sees

With her head hung low
not knowing where to go

She tries to explain
This mysterious pain

more by Peggy Stewart

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  • by Brenda Wynant
  • 1 year ago

No one understands what I am suffering from. My new doctor has decided I am taking a far too dangerous drug, so he is weaning me off. I must suffer again for the length of this weaning process and be put on something different for my anxiety. I cry every day. I sometimes fall to the floor in agony of mind. You see, I was a meth addict for 20 years. When God delivered me, I was left with a seizure disorder and severe anxiety. Now I live with it every day. I try to carry on a conversation when suddenly I begin to cry. The woman who wrote this poem, it was as if she knew my own pain, she wrote it so well. I pray for others who suffer from anxiety disorder. God bless them all. I care for my disabled daughter at the same time, which brings me joy. I help others in ways to get out of my own miserable box. It brings me joy. Reading this poem brought me both pain and joy. "SOMEONE UNDERSTANDS!" I cried out. Perhaps today I will have some peace of mind. I don't know. Only the anxiety knows.

  • by Jappy7669, Des Moines Iowa
  • 1 year ago

I've lived with this disease since I've been a child. I'm now 41 years old and still carry the burden with me. It comes and goes. I have and new doctor too, but it's so hard to sit and talk about all your demons. You don't want to talk about it. It just taunts you. I can't handle society, sometimes not even myself. I hate taking pills every day. I just want to be normal, and I just don't know how to get there!

  • by Christy
  • 1 year ago

This poem pretty much touched on every aspect of my life for the past 15 years. It's not anything you can explain or make someone understand unless they have been through it or continue to live with it on a daily basis. I don't know why it chose me or how long it plans to stay, but I pray every day for it to go away. Some days are good and some very bad, and I used to search for people who suffered from this and decided they didn't exist. I went from a fearless person, scared of nothing, to someone who often times can't leave the house without shaking and sweating and needing something to hold onto until the dizziness passes. I've left baskets full of groceries in the store because that feeling of needing to get out of there was coming my way. I haven't driven on the interstate for years and still can't cross bridges. I've had to beg people for rides to work, never telling them the truth why because they will think I'm a freak. Crying helps, but I'd rather it just go away.

  • by Khira Skye Bradey
  • 2 years ago

That poem was beautiful and I've lived through depression and anxiety for nearly 14 years. The triggers were bullying, family passing away. Every time I talk about it people always seems to think that I'm either lying or I'm laughing. I think that this poem is really me because I think she's saying that she has nowhere to go.

  • by Samantha K
  • 3 years ago

Thank you so much for sharing this poem. I can relate to every word. I've had severe anxiety for eight years and it's the worst thing in the world. Everything scares me: sleepovers, amusement parks, animals, the weather, ads on TV, going to sleep at night, being on the freeway, and so many other things that I can't even remember all of them at the moment. It's limiting, embarrassing, painful and exhausting. Sometimes the fear is so bad it's hard to just get out of bed in the morning. I hope your anxiety is more manageable than mine but if it's not, I know what you're going through and I know how much pain and suffering it can cause.

  • by Christy
  • 1 year ago

I'm not glad that you suffer from the very same things I do, but I feel a little better knowing I'm not the only one who deals with this crippling, debilitating condition that robs us of being able to do the simplest things like going out to eat or to the movies or taking the car out for a drive on a beautiful day. There are days when I don't think I can bear to go through it one more day. I would not wish this on anyone.

  • by Savannah Georgia
  • 4 years ago

It started halfway through 7th grade with depression and anxiety too. I always fear that I am dying. Stomach ache? I'm dying. Headache- I have a brain tumor. And so on. I get the feeling of detachment at times, and others I shake as if I was in Antarctica! ( sorry if it's not spelled right) Idk what I have right now, I'm a Freshman and 15 . But I can have a small attack or a big one just about anywhere and anytime. Then I become so drained because of the awful worrying periods.

  • by Erick Perez, Silver Spring, Maryland
  • 2 years ago

Your story is very similar to mine. My anxiety started a bit earlier but I didn't know that is was anxiety so I lived in the constant fear that I was dying. I now know that it is anxiety but it doesn't stop the constant phantom pains.

  • by Lari
  • 4 years ago

I started suffering from anxiety halfway through seventh grade. It was scary and awful and the poem pretty much sums it up. I was so used to being the life of the party, the optimist, and I was so scared people would find out. Finally it got bad enough that my parents noticed, and they told me that I needed counselling. And you know what? It was scary, but it helped.

  • by Taylor Conway, SC
  • 4 years ago

I have anxiety since I was little and still to this day I still live with it and this poems tell you what you feel and how it have you thinking and what can you do to stop.

  • by Ayaka432, KS
  • 4 years ago

This is wonderfully put. Along with the others here who have commented, I too have Anxiety Disorder. In my freshman year of high school, I had to leave school because I had a severe anxiety attack for the first time. I couldn't return to school for two weeks because my anxiety was out of control. My parents then went to seek help for me. I was then told that I had Social Anxiety, and Anxiety disorder. But this poem described exactly what an anxiety attack is like for me.... uh, sorry for ranting ^_^;;; .... but... ya... that is just my opinion.....

  • by Emma, N.C.
  • 5 years ago

I feel you. I have the same but mine's worse. I have this ''mysterious pain'' It comes and goes..up to the point where I can't breathe...

  • by William, Shallotte NC
  • 5 years ago

I have been suffering from several different types of anxieties almost my entire life. from being verbally and physically abused most of my life. I have been seeing a therapist for many years and nothing seems to work. I have GAD (generalized anxiety disorder), social phobia, PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) and a panic disorder, I live everyday with the fear of death, of a loved one dying, people judging me, afraid of confrontation. People look at it as a weakness but we who have this problem are the strong ones for dealing with this everyday and still managing to make it to the next day. I also have very bad anger problems, that being the reason I have an extreme fear of confrontation. I am deathly afraid of hurting someone and spending the rest of my life in prison. Anxiety never disappears, you can only use meds and other personal remedies as a blanket. I feel for those who have this problem. I pray to god my child doesn't have to go through this one day.

  • by Joanne Jifri //KSA
  • 3 years ago

Thank you for sharing your story, this really helped me understand what its like to suffer from such conditions, and reflect on my own situation of anxiety. I hope you are staying strong a year after posting your story, keep inspiring people.
My kindest regards and respects, you are honestly so brave to be sharing your story, along with all the other writers on this page. Please keep showing people that they are not alone.

  • by Stephanie Alysse
  • 5 years ago

I am 15. I used to have no fear of anything now I am scared to ask a simple question. Scared of the unknown if you shoot a bad look at me I break down with anxiety I am proud to be me but I am scared of not only my own shadow but of the shadows casts by others. I don't know how to process my feelings or my memories from the past I have sympathy for others who feel this commonly unknown feeling I am very sorry.

  • by Brenda Wynant
  • 1 year ago

It has been four years since you posted your story. I pray things are getting better for you. I totally identify with your pain. I have lived with it for 10 years and I suffer. Jesus is my only strength and hope. I now look back on my past and I realize anxiety was with me in my teens, but I did not know what was wrong with me. I am 58 now and consider all the years I have actually suffered from this. I was only diagnosed 10 years ago. Prayers lifted up for you.

  • by Abigail, Georgia
  • 5 years ago

I have the same problem but mine is so bad that I have went brain dead because I could not handle all the stress around me I spent seven days in the hospital because of that and I'm only 14 years old and I have heart problems too that we can't control yet. So I'll pray for you. :)

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