Anxiety from the minute I wake
to the time I go to bed.
Anxiety in my thoughts and dreams
from my toes into my head.
Anxiety that makes my hands shake
and makes my stomach turn.
Anxiety that frustrates me
and makes my eyes burn.
Depression can be so different
but the anxiety makes me low.
I could stay in bed all day
even when there's places I should go.
I feel alone but I'm not lonely,
I'm listened to but not heard.
I stare into the darkness
asking for help but there's no words.
Some days it gets alot better
when people I love are there.
Its the texts, calls, chats and hugs
that remind me someone cares.
Everyday - a poem by Stephen Lewis, Time to Change Wales Champion.