(I know it’s technically the 18th…I’m cool with that…)
What word did you select to be your travelling companion in 2013? What gifts did this word bring?
That was my word for the year. It will likely be my word for next year.
I, like so many, forget to breathe. When I find my anxiety going through the roof, I would (and will) stop to count my breaths. It doesn’t always work, but sometimes it’s just enough. Because these spirals of anxiety often happen as I’m trying to fall asleep, the counting gives me something else to focus on.
Those of us who fight with issues of anxiety and/or depression know that what is going on isn’t completely rational. Sometimes, though, the grip is so tight that there feels like there is no escape. Taking things back to something as basic as breathing, at least for me, can feel like hitting a reset button.
It’s not a real tattoo…yet.