Depression, Anxiety and Alcoholism: The different facets of me.

By Emma Kennedy

I always felt different, like I didn’t belong, and never understood others’ completely. Nothing much has changed. I’m 37 years young and learning more about me and the World everyday. Since realising depression (aged 16) social anxiety (aged 21) and realising that those 2 were not the same thing (aged 25) and now I am also battling the longest of my addictions and ‘problems’ – alcoholism, which I may have discovered aged 14 down the park, but only REALISED and ADMITTED in January this year aged 37, but I’m still battling and mostly winning!!!

There are hundreds and thousands of things I could write about my depression, anxiety or alcoholism, but my poetry, I feel, says it best:

Here’s one from my ‘Princess of Darkness’ Days in Depression:

When you can’t get yourself out of bed,
Cuz of the thoughts and the words in your head.
When you can’t face people or things,
Cuz of the pressure that living life brings.
When you can’t get showered or dressed,
Cuz everything’s making you stressed.
When you can’t eat or eat all bad stuff,
Cuz your mind says ‘Nowt’ then ‘Not enough.’
When you can’t sleep or sleep all day though,
Cuz your brains fried and hides away too.
When you procrastinate all the things that need doing,
Cuz your minds set ‘full-tilt’ on SELF-RUIN!!!

Fat lama make money from the things you own

Here’s one of my Social Anxiety Days:

My Anxiety
When anxiety confines you to your bed
With millions of thoughts and niggles, duvet over your head.

When anxiety traps you within four walls
Fills you with doubt and the fog, everything else falls.

When anxiety squeezes your lungs and your brain
It shallows your breathing, narrows existence, is pain.

When anxiety gnaws through your soul
Tearing good foundations you built and leaves a huge hole.

When anxiety breaks your intent and good will
You are lost. Floating in blackness. Unseen. Mentally ill.

And finally one about the Alcoholism, you would think writing this in 2004 I would have known or realised, but I didn’t and continued to live with alcohol til VERY recently:

The Siren.
The siren is screaming again.

Sometimes it comes from nowhere
Unexpectedly loud and clear
Just starts screaming and
Screaming and screaming in my ear

Sometimes I hear it in the distance
Softly I close the door
It goes, I can’t hear it now,
But it will come back for more.

Sometimes I can predict when
It’s favourite places and times
Doesn’t make it any more pleasant
It could never be mistaken for windchimes

Sometimes I hear it blasting away
And ignore it and ignore it and it goes away
Sometimes it’s so quiet, it’s so barely there
That’s when I give in to the alcoholics nightmare.

So that kinda explains how I feel in each of my little mental health problem boxes. Hope this help to explain it to others’ and that at least one other person realises that people with mental health issues are human, but in some ways we are super human, we battle second by second just to do what others’ take for granted or never consciously take in account, like getting out of bed, get washed and dressed, walking down the street, never mind actual work and social things like parties, and down mention cinema, makes me cringe and shiver!

Take care of your mental health and the rest will follow! Be Strong.
Live Strong, Love Strong, Be Stronger Everyday.

Much Love,
Emma Kennedy



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