My subconscious addiction to pain and suffering came to light a couple of years ago. After a highly toxic relationship ending in my life, I realized I didn't know anything but sorrow.

What I mean is I used to be afraid to drive on the highway.

Everytime I got in the car and knew I had to be on the highway, I'd start panicking.

All the "what if's" would overwhelm me & I'd be in a state of flight or fight in no time.

Sweating.
Paranoid.
Neurotic & on-edge.

I was stuck in the "do" phase for years and wondered why the f*ck things were never working out for me.

Confused, depressed, anxious, and so upset with the world for not reciprocating my needs, I felt abandoned.

Just like a house that needs a steady and firm foundation to keep you safe, your energy requires the same.

This solo dolo adventure this past month has brought so much of my old beliefs to the surface. Today especially, heightening a pondering thought.

Where is the line between putting myself first and also honoring others?

"We won't find bliss within our ignorance, but we will discover elation, at the very core of our apprehensions."

Friends, let's have a heart-to-heart today,

People say anxiety starts in the mind, I’d like to say otherwise to that.