We sit and share out darkest thoughts;
our subconscious clutching triggers
that other people fire without comprehension.
As we ask vexatious questions
gathered in our coterie;
brief glances of perturbation are exchanged
but we all knew what we let ourselves in for.
They look perplexed,
others downcast.
Some look content
Many seem oblivious.
I, myself, feel pride.
Never would I have imagined this;
sitting in a circular subset whilst my heart pounds.
Agonizing adrenaline and anxiety,
pumping vast amounts of blood to my brain.
Yet, it is contained, subdued (although rigidly)
My palms are clammy and my breathing shallow;
but as people clasp and prise open their inner demons,
I feel a sense of relief from my inner conflict.
I am not alone.
However apologetically inclined I feel
towards other people’s misery;
reassurance is the feeling I grasp.
Individuals speak of past obstacles
they are still struggling to hurtle through.
Others speak of inflicting harm to themselves or others.
Many speak of the pressure that clouds their minds
as they struggle to function like a normal human being.
Now the tick-tock counts our final few minutes
and my symptoms start to subside.
But by now I feel desiccated.
As we rise to leave, brief glances of relief are exchanged
and a slow but rapidly increasing mumbling emits.
I find solace in the sound.
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Author:
JaydeVictoria (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The feeling of apprehension that is felt when you attend group therapy for the millionth time. The anxiety that is still there after weeks of sharing and the relief felt when it's finally over.
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Thank you for sharing this, you're amazing
That's very kind, thank you! x
Poetic Dan got it right.. you are amazing... stick at it... and hey, you aint no mediocre poet.. okay ...N
A fine expression and honestly written Jayde - - with such achievements you should feel pride my friend = = keep up the good work of healing in those therapy groups.
THERAPY ~ AS A STUDENT COUNSELLOR ~ I
Have the opportunity to run anxiety sessions for
Each cohort of Students. I am a Qualified Counsellor ~ I
Realise they all have different level of
Anxiety ! However by sharing in a Group
PEOPLE realise they have a lot in common !
YOUNG PEOPLE need support ~ Group sessions CATHARTIC !
Thanks for sharing JAYDE ~ In these sessions I often learn I am ONE of the causes of COURSE ANXIETY. 1. I teach too much too fast (Applied Science is like that !). 2. I want the all to be A* students. 3. I had a pre-prepared list of "Research Topics" now I let them choose & suggest ! 4. ONE to ONE Tutorials can be intimidating ~ BUT in the GROUP Im outnumbered often by TEN to ONE (They were optional) The more extrovert Students led the way ~ but this encouraged the SHY & TIMID and I learned a lot about myself my expectations and my Teaching Style (I do have a PG Certificate !) as I did about my Students ! Thanks for reminding us of the importance & practicalities of therapy ! Yours BRIAN
Never fail to grab me and write a very relatable piece of work! It was fantastic! X
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