Fear grips me

Panic rises
I feel afraid
gulping in air
I try to breathe
In, and out
I try to slow my breaths
The night is smothering me
The dark all consuming
Fear grips me
Penetrates every fibre of my being
Gulping in lung fulls of air
The dizziness I feel
Slowly disapates
And I count down the hours
Until the morning light comes
And a new day begins


Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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