Anxiety

Today I had a panic attack. For those who do not know, my dad passed away from cancer less then a couple months ago and talking about him in anyway just brings up a lot of emotion. He was my world and not being able to call him or talk to him kills me. The poem was from the heart. I do have a lot of anxiety but that is what comes with divorce, cancer and death. I do believe everything happens for a reason but the pain I hold in my heart messes me up. I feel like I have no one most of the time and listen to voicemails from him every time I wake up. I miss him. Also I don’t think speaking in public is for me or should be graded. We are pouring out or hearts to only be judged from a crowd. Thank you and good night.