Brittin Oakman’s poem “” expresses the struggle for calm that is experienced by individuals living with anxiety disorders. Oakman’s poem also reminds those suffering from mental illness of the importance of prioritizing self-care.
Anxiety Doesn’t Knock First
I lied and said I was busy.
I was busy;
but not in a way most people understand.
I was busy taking deeper breaths.
I was busy silencing irrational thoughts.
I was busy calming a racing heart.
I was busy telling myself I am okay.
Sometimes, this is my busy –
and I will not apologize for it.
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