being human,  love letters for the soul,  prose & poetry

Thoughts on Healing

I have realized that this consistent feeling of rushing through life is anxiety: anxiety that’s been in me for years. And my medicine is naming it so i can work with it, become more aware, do the practices that loosen its hold on me. I am healing one day at a time. No magic pill. No ignoring or masking it. Simply learning to love life in its fullness … and often writing my way through it.

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