
This is a comic that I made in September. I experience intrusive thoughts a lot and on this particular day, they were especially bad and I was struggling to cope so I made this.
I hope you enjoy it. đ

This is a comic that I made in September. I experience intrusive thoughts a lot and on this particular day, they were especially bad and I was struggling to cope so I made this.
I hope you enjoy it. đ
When I was younger, I remember being told âtreat others the way youâd like to be treatedâ.
And I did that, despite many others not doing it for me.
But I continued on, cause surely not everyoneâs like that. Surely, when I grow up, everyone will understand that kindness and acceptance is a must. Surely everyone will know that thatâs the baseline to a healthy society.
When I was younger, I learnt from public tv, which is available to all-within the UK-with a TV set and connection, that it is wrong to discriminate against people for how they talked, looked or for just being themselves.
And I understood.
Even though I lived in a small village without much diversity. I understood.
When I was younger, my mum told me âitâs whats inside that countsâ, and even though I was small child, I understood.
And now, I see on the news, everyday, stories of people being murdered, attacked and discriminated against for the colour of their skin or their ethnicity or their sexuality and gender identity and it makes me sick.
If a child can understand that itâs wrong to discriminate and hate, why canât the many, many adults carrying out these horrific attacks?
But I know that not everyone is brought up to be kind or with kindness around them and thatâs really sad.
But if these people were shown kindness, love and acceptance before their pain got too heavy to bear, before they started lashing out and hurting others. Before they built up walls of discrimination out of fear.
If we were all educated equally on equality, the world over.
Iâm sure the world would be a happier place.
A place where everyone is equal, no matter your ethnicity, religion, sexuality or gender identity.
A place where people are seen by whatâs inside, the spirit, rather than the outside, the physical.
Maybe itâs just a dream,…..âBut never let it be said that to dream is a waste of oneâs time, for dreams are realities in waiting. In dreams we plant the seeds of the futureâ.
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I hope everyoneâs having a wonderful day, evening, night or morning and are living discrimination free đ
I know this isnât possible for everyone, so if you are living with discrimination, please try to know that you are stronger than the hate and that it wonât last forever. Even if the kind of hate you are experiencing feels like it will never end or itâs become part of how you feel about yourself, you will make it out. You are so strong and you are loved, even if itâs not coming from those who are supposed to love and support you, YOU ARE LOVED UNCONDITIONALLY.

Anxiety.
Anxious.
I try not to be.
Be reasonable,
there’s nothing to be afraid of.
Just people.
People aren’t scary.
My heartbeat says otherwise.
There’s nothing to be afraid of.
I can’t stop sweating,
I can see and hear everything.
Hyperaware…..that’s what it’s called.
I think I’m going to be sick.
No need to be afraid, I tell myself.
But, everything else is telling me otherwise.
I feel like crying.
Like disappearing,
going into my house and never leaving.
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I wrote this at LGBT group last night, as part of a poetry workshop.
I was feeling really anxious, as you can probably tell by le poem, so I just wrote what I was feeling in that moment, my physical responses and thought processes.
I didn’t think it was that great….pretty shit actually but when I shared it, I had a pretty positive response. Some people said that they could relate to it, which actually felt really good. It sounds weird….but a lot of the time my anxiety makes me feel really alone and hearing that others can relate makes me feel like less of a lone shaking leaf.
Obviously, I know that other people experience anxiety but because it’s not always obvious and fairly easy to hide, it’s really easy to feel like the only one.
Especially when Niagara Falls levels of sweat is rolling down my back and I feel like I’m going to start screaming from the stress, ‘The Grinch tries yoga’ style.
So, I’m sharing this today, in hopes of helping someone else feel a little less alone.
I hope y’all are having a wonderful day, hopefully not filled with anxiety.
If you are struggling (with anxiety, or anything), here are some healthy coping mechanisms, especially for if your out and about:
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