It was this Sunday last year. The last day of the long weekend. And as I search my mind, I can’t honestly recall if it was sunny because there was a dark cloud following me everywhere I went and a deep-seated anxiety that bubbled quietly and angrily below the surface.
Find a cozy spot: a space within which you can perch undisturbed. Grab a pen. Snag your favourite notebook or journal. Because there’s something magical in pen to paper. Ink to canvas. Imagination and honesty oozing from your fingertips. Write without thinking. Without editing. Without hesitation. And when you’re finished, tuck your thoughts away. Let them sink and settle. Return to them later: whenever you need a reset. A restart. A reminder.
apologize to your body.
that’s where the healing begins.”