Mindfulness Practice

When we talk about healing, it often feels like we’re preparing for a battle. “I’m healing so I can confront my trauma, face my pain, and wrestle my anxiety to the ground!” That sounds brave, sure, but let’s be honest: you’ve been doing that already. You’ve survived; you’ve fought. You’re not healing to keep enduring the struggle—you’re healing to reclaim joy, happiness, and the freedom to actually live your life. Mastering Chaos Pain? You’ve got it handled. Life throws its lemons, and you figure out how to keep going—maybe not with lemonade, but at least with lemon water (because who has time for sugar?). Anxiety? It’s like an old opponent whose tricks you know too well. Depression? It’s practically a terrible roommate—always there, eating your snacks and leaving everything in disarray. But joy? That’s the curveball. Happiness can feel sneaky, like it’s too good to be true. When you’ve been in survival mode for so long, feeling good can be... unsettling. It’s like putting on jeans aft...

It starts with a whisper, soft and low, A flicker of doubt, a seed to sow. A thought takes root, it twists, it climbs, Echoing fears, replayed countless times. Around and around, the circle spins, A battle within where no one wins. The mind’s a storm, the heart’s a drum, A cacophony rising, where silence won’t come. Each step forward feels like retreat, The ground unstable beneath your feet. What ifs and maybes form a chain, Binding the soul with invisible pain. The spiral tightens, it pulls, it draws, Gripping you fast in its ruthless claws. You reach for light, for air, for peace, Yet the current drags, it does not cease. But within the storm lies a quiet plea, A whisper of strength, “Come back to me.” The breath, a balm, the anchor’s hold, A moment of stillness, courageous and bold. With each exhale, the spiral unwinds, The space between thoughts gently defined. The storm may return, as storms often do, But each time, you’ll know—you can break through.