Thanks Fanny for sharing your truth & being a mirror for reflection. At least for me.
Yes, I argue with myself about my perception of many things. In retirement, I’m learning to honor my body wanting to sleep.
This morning, I realized again for the zillionth time, I want to cover up anger. I learned how to stuff my opinions. I wanted to tell the cashier in all my glorified frustration with all the “healthy” “hormones & vitamins” added to our foods is killing us. So I did. I know this person has no power, yet I feel compelled. It came out as a frustration yet with kindness. Kinda surprised myself.
May we all continue swirling in the universal energy of love & live our best lives. 💞💞💞
Especially “the pervasive, insidious belief that I won’t be able to do any of the things my heart longs to do...because a lifetime of blowing past my limits and crashing & burning, and being alone with that particular pain, has taught my nervous system to fear taking on almost any activity that is outside the small, safe realm of ordinary tasks.”
I experienced anxiety at a young age (9-10) and was lucky enough to have access to publicly-funded therapy. I was especially lucky that it included art therapy. That said, I can look back now and see how I was so eager to be “normal”, not a “problem”, that I conditioned myself to fit into those personas, belong past my own self/Self. Now, at 42, it’s a lifetime of false patterning to find my way back to a truer sense of safety.
Thanks Fanny for sharing your truth & being a mirror for reflection. At least for me.
Yes, I argue with myself about my perception of many things. In retirement, I’m learning to honor my body wanting to sleep.
This morning, I realized again for the zillionth time, I want to cover up anger. I learned how to stuff my opinions. I wanted to tell the cashier in all my glorified frustration with all the “healthy” “hormones & vitamins” added to our foods is killing us. So I did. I know this person has no power, yet I feel compelled. It came out as a frustration yet with kindness. Kinda surprised myself.
May we all continue swirling in the universal energy of love & live our best lives. 💞💞💞
This struck such a chord with me!
Especially “the pervasive, insidious belief that I won’t be able to do any of the things my heart longs to do...because a lifetime of blowing past my limits and crashing & burning, and being alone with that particular pain, has taught my nervous system to fear taking on almost any activity that is outside the small, safe realm of ordinary tasks.”
I experienced anxiety at a young age (9-10) and was lucky enough to have access to publicly-funded therapy. I was especially lucky that it included art therapy. That said, I can look back now and see how I was so eager to be “normal”, not a “problem”, that I conditioned myself to fit into those personas, belong past my own self/Self. Now, at 42, it’s a lifetime of false patterning to find my way back to a truer sense of safety.
Your words are a complete anchor for me right now, thank you. 💜