A challenge: to write a message of love and encouragement to myself as often as possible to help heal the grief of loss, soothe change and kiss deep wounds.
Now that you’ve made your decision, you feel a little better.
Now that you know you did the best you could with the tools you had, you can forgive yourself, and everyone.
Now that you know your behaviour was about survival, not your worth, there’s no…
Maybe that’s what anxiety is?
A shocking alert that you have self-work to do. The sirens scream that it cannot be ignored any longer. Now that you are awake without distractions, you have to fully find yourself, and build the person you know you can be.
It’s fear.
Fear of loneliness. Of criticism. Of failure. Of more loss. Of the work it takes to figure out who I am and what I want. Fear of doing it all without you. Fear of taking a leap into the unknown and a fear of just how far my imagination stretches. A fear…
Hey sleepy,
You look tired. How come you aren’t wearing any makeup today? You look lovely without it, but it’s sign you aren’t feeling your best. I can see you are aching for more sleep.
You just had an anxiety attack, and you let tears fall silently down your face and into your mouth as the taxi driver sat silently in front of you.