There were moments this week where I thought if I shouted as loudly as I could, the anxiety within me would be forcefully expelled.
Unfortunately it has given way for depression to come seeping in through the cracks.
Positive affirmations, meditation, reading and listening to various self-help materials have eased it microscopically it seems. However I will continue to try every day to heal and not feed the monster…
After work we drove out to the beach (we have finally seen sunshine after weeks of rain) to let the pups run and get ourselves some fresh air.
As I walked, I noticed a rock in the sand.
I meant to walk by but something caused me to stop and pick it up.
It was perfectly egg-shaped and smooth.
I couldn’t help but wonder how long, and how much this little stone had gone through to make it this perfect. I imagine many waves crashing it around for many, many years.
Time is the answer.
I reminded myself that I have to be patient with progress, and to allow room for a few steps back and bad days.
Years of bottled up emotions and issues can’t be fixed in one meditation session, or by listening to one person speak of “living in the now”.
I have to just keep reminding myself of this.
Live and let time heal.