Being kind during the war of the mind
Some days my mind feels like a battlefield. One voice says I’m not enough, another snaps back, and I’m left standing in the noise. It’s not elegant or Zen. It’s messy and exhausting. Mindfulness is not about pretending the fight isn’t happening. It is about noticing it, even when it’s ugly, and choosing not to pile on. Here’s one thing that has helped me: Pause. Feel your feet on the floor. Inhale slowly for a count of four. Hold it just long enough to notice your heartbeat. Exhale for six, letting your shoulders drop. Do that three times. It will not solve everything, but it cracks the door for a little kindness to slip through. After that, name one thing, anything, you still care about. A friend’s laugh, the smell of rain, even your favorite mug. Let it remind you that you are more than the harsh voices. Being human is rough work. Meeting yourself with a scrap of compassion in the middle of the chaos is the practice.