gently, darling.
I am grateful for my neuroses.
Patterns and poetry from an old story.
Pages worn. Cover torn. .
I am grateful for my anxiety.
How it reminds me my fear of pain.
How it places gentle hands over bruises still healing. .
I am grateful for my mind.
Thinking + processing + analyzing all possible outcomes.
Calculating + whirling + coming up with only this: .
Gently, darling. Your thoughts aren’t real.
Those patterns? They are ancient myth.
Those bruises? They aren’t tender anymore. The shades of their healing show the depths of your heart. .
Your mind is power + grace and it expands exponentially when you are still. Be still, darling. Your thoughts aren’t real. .
Gently, darling. You’re here to heal.
Your thoughts, let them teach you to breathe deeper, ground further, and listen to you heart. When they show you fear and anxiety, remember:
Fear is a pathway you must climb. Anxiety a river you must swim through. But the river is shallow and the pathway is firm + wide. There are new worlds on the other side. .
I am grateful to the ancient myth for teaching me this.
Grateful to the pain, racing thoughts, grateful to the fear reminding me:
Gently darling, your thoughts aren’t real.
Gently darling, you’re here to heal.
The present moment is all that exists.
Your present goal is to live in bliss.
A mind that is quiet, a spirit that is still.
A heart that is open, full enough to spill. .
Gently darling, your thoughts aren’t real.
Gently darling, you’re here to heal.
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