Like ripples in a pond, my morning anxiety grabbed me. I woke with fear and insecurity. A heaviness in my chest. Heaviness resting on my heart. Again.
In the middle of my mind, it starts. It fans out until it rocks all parts: work, relationships, self-worth, all things important and good. All things.
A passing ship. The wave ran quickly. I’m stronger than I was the month before, the week before, the day before, the hour before. And yet, it’s a growing edge. A place to ask for grace and kindness. A place sacred and sacrificial.
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Many people can definitely relate to this. Thank you for sharing your work here.
I admire the way you recognize your own strength in the passing of it. Growth isn’t always about never feeling anxious—it’s about noticing how quickly we recover. This piece captures that beautifully.