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Butterflies |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere 
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Butterflies stampeding along my solar plexus creates a rolling thunderous vibration throughout my body. My left foot bounces to some silent beat as fingers gently tremble. My heart beats in anticipation of God only knows what while I wait for the anxiety to pass. It has a life of its own. It comes and goes upon its pleasure. It wears me down, it wears me out. I thirst for sleep. Sleep is the reset that pauses the panic and lets me begin again in calm. Heavy lidded I drag through my day trying to stay awake at work. Thoughts turn warm and fuzzy tempting my head to drop and my brain to dream. I force myself to walk and wake up but it is only a temporary fix. A cup of coffee or a can of pop is a double-edged sword that wakes while jazzing my jitters. Every day it is the same struggle and it make me long for home; where naps can be had at the drop of a hat, taken as needed when butterflies persist. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I know all about those psycho anxieties, my friend. They completely shut me down for however long they stay. Nothing I can do but wait for it to be over. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Its the pits! I'm sick and tired of it.~L |
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Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
Yes, you write of the condition, but with such balls! I have no god, but may he bless you and, Mike. x |
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