anxiety

I have been thinking a lot recently about sitting with my anxiety. Not about beating it, but about going deep into it– to try to understand it.

Whenever I try to “beat it” or make it quiet, I usually just end up swallowed by it. So, I’ve been asking, “what are you actually trying to tell me?” Anxiety feels like fear: fear of anything, but why? Why are you so afraid of this? And can I hold space for that fear and also not be swallowed by it?



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