Busy Beings… | Note to Self
I lied and said I was busy.
I was busy;
but not in a way most people understand.
I was busy taking deeper breaths.
I was busy silencing irrational thoughts.
I was busy calming a racing heart.
I was busy telling myself I am okay.
Sometimes, this is my busy –
and I will not apologize for it.
– Brittin Oakman Poetry, Anxiety Doesn’t Knock First
*via The Artidote