I’ve been having increasing levels of anxiety these last few weeks, with the by now usual level of horrid news every day, plus the news of my niece’s cancer diagnosis and the connected family troubles, and this week the Weinstein news with all the flashbacks they trigger, all coming together in one panic-inducing heap.
So I am trying to process all this, allowing myself to feel whatever I feel, to write it or say it or express it creatively. I try to accept my anxiety and not struggle against it – I know from experience that accepting it will help. And I try to help myself by focussing on my breathing, by increasing my self-care, by savouring the good things in my life (friends!!), by trusting my faith in a loving and caring God, by drawing on everything that helps me. And I’ll post a few of these things here for all of you who also struggle with anxiety. I’m not alone, and neither are you.
“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid.”
(If you’d like some calming music, try this.)
love is a place
& through this place of
(with brightness of peace)
yes is a world
& in this world of
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Even on the day my little niece begins chemotherapy. What a ridiculous paradox. Hope is not an easy thing. It’s just insistent.
“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, “Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.”