I am in a bit of an anxious, obsessive spiral, but this time feels very different.
I am healing and letting go of old habitual patterns of thought, and my mind is trying to keep up. And it is.
And here I sit in bed, pondering why I’ve ever held the weight of the world on my shoulders and been so hard on myself.
I can and am letting go of all that hasn’t worked for me. And now it’s only me and me, and as scary as that feels sometimes, I am not alone, I am supported, I am safe, and I am capable. What a sweet truth to know now.
I am capable. I am strong in ways that don’t always have to be resilient and avoidant. I am me. I kind of love that.
Here’s to who I am becoming and creating myself to be. All power and glory and praise to me these days. Hallelujah.
