Mental Health

Bosom Buddies

My anxiety and I are best buds.  

She holds me tight when the night sets in, wrapping me in her arms.  

The questions start to swirl in the darkness; I wonder 

Am I dying? What is this bump? I can feel my heart beating; I must be having a heart attack. 

Stop, breathe; be quiet! 


My anxiety and I are best buds. 

She and I walk hand in hand into a room wondering if anyone would like us 

She whispers in my ear, ‘They are gonna notice, because they always notice.’ 

Stop. Breathe; be quiet!  

Smile and nod; you’ve got this, right? 


My anxiety and I are best buds. 

Am I going to be late? Is this dress appropriate? What would they think of me? 

Oh no, I said something stupid and now it is on playing over and over in my head.  

She whispers, ‘They noticed, because they always notice. Maybe you should just leave.’ 


My anxiety makes me Google about every bump or scrape or rash.  

I am dying, Google says and my anxiety agrees and plans my funeral 




I weep for those I would leave behind. 

Then, I am ok and I laugh at myself for believing HER. 

Then I hear her whisper…



Author: Omega Francis 
Email: omegadenyse@gmail.com 
Author Bio: Omega is a writer and copyeditor from the Caribbean country of Trinidad and Tobago. She takes pride and pleasure in the written word, as she helps her clients shine through her work. 
Omega is the author of a collection of poetry called Beneath My Skin (find it on Amazon) and a collection of female-centered stories that will (hopefully) be published soon. In her free time, she blogs about the ups and downs (and hilarity) of parenting her energetic 5-year-old on her website. 
Link to website: http://www.omegafrancis.com 


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