My husband asked me this morning how I slept.
I wasn’t sure if I should tell him the truth.
Yesterday was a bad day in a string of good days, which feels like a blizzard the first week of April. Aren’t we done with this?
By the time we connected at dinner, I had meditated three times, ran six miles, and had practiced every deep-breathing exercise I have learned in my mindfulness-based stress reduction (MBSR) course; however, my heart was still pounding with panic and my head was an ugly warzone. This is only a thought. Don’t fight the thought. Welcome the thought. The thought is not you. The thought is not reality.
Come evening, I was thoroughly exhausted.
Then I noticed Eric’s tired eyes.
Thanks for this article. I have a few members in my family who struggle with ADHD and Bipolar and it makes me struggle too, feeling like its my fault, or I just angry with them sometimes, or I get depressed. Thanks for the encouragement.
Thank you for your article.
Our adult childs anger is full of venomous hate & next minute she is a loving, caring, dutiful daughter. She becomes determon to destroy any one in her path when she is depressed & angry. She can be laughing one minute with friends or conniving against someone else or us at the same time. Her husband is either fearful or supportive of her behavour. Her children are showing sigh of stress.
As parents/grandparents we don’t know what to do when she hurts us repeatedly with her lies. Our heart feels broken into billion pieces & we feel so very helpless when she so artfully lies.
You are my hero. Your words are spoken from a place of fear, yet no fear.
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