Sometimes it all feels like swallowing glass; you reach for a solution but it's like trying to catch smoke in your hand.
Tag: anxiety
sometimes our children are the stabilizers.
The key chain from the aquarium sat at the other end of the kitchen table. I watched the blue-dyed water and the turtle inside shake, each time he sunk into his chair and wriggled, refusing to read an assignment.
when hyper self-awareness is exhausting.
You'd think it would be some kind of magic, being so tuned in to your own conscience that you can pinpoint where a feeling comes from and why; to know where your own power lies, to be able to dig through the misty ether and say hey, don't be so hard on yourself, you know what your trigger is.
today I managed to be fully present for you.
I snapped quick photos of your concentration, placed the phone down and watched your fingers move, how you dipped your brushes a little too aggressively, swirled through the orange like a hurricane then slapped on too many layers.
sometimes self care looks like self pity
Coping mechanisms are great - they're important - but the occasional self pity session can bring some relief, too.
feeling anxious? try EFT tapping.
A gentle tapping (or rubbing) of these pressure points in moments of extreme anxiety is thought to help one ease through the triggering thought rather than being swallowed by it. Think of it as wrapping yourself in a metaphorical weighted blanket for a few good breaths.
the firn
it took no / time at all / for time to / be so unforgiving
vigil for nothing
awareness for the what-ifs / awareness for the things / you could never comprehend / so you spend all of your / precious time trying to
it’s a wild ride.
Does your brain ever feel like it's on a carousel? 'Cause mine sure does. Every. Damn. Day. Spinning in circles, everything lost in an up-down blur. You crane your neck to try to keep your eyes on that one something, but inevitably it always escapes your line of vision, because that carousel just keeps on…
Beautiful, Beautiful, Boy:
I'm so sorry every day looks exactly the same. I'm so sorry for getting angry, so often. I'm frustrated. I'm lost. I'm anxious. But you are most important to me, always. Yell, apologize, repeat. Time is meaningless. The days blend and blind like getting sun in our eyes. Only night brings some sort of relief;…
