In the end, the only way you can appreciate your progress is to stand on the edge of the hole you dug for yourself, look down inside it, and smile fondly at the bloody claw prints that marked your journey up the walls. Ryan Holiday, Ego is the Enemy
Depression is a cancer of the soul. Yet you are not it. No cancer patient is cancer. Depression is barnacles encrusted around a boat’s hull. After a while, they seem and feel like a part of the ship. But they aren’t. With effort, they may be scraped off, revealing the boat underneath. So with depression and anxiety and fear and doubt. You’ve worn it like a coat of armor. Now, it feels inseparable from you. But it’s NOT you. Take a deep breath. Then, look at your pain. Hold it up to… Read More
Pick a tree. Now, look at it. Really look at it. Imagine being it. Imagine being a tiny acorn, a lifetime of potential encased in its shell. Imagine sprouting. Growing. Evolving. Imagine doing so effortlessly, without struggle or exertion. It is just you…unfolding. Every time you see a tree, trust this. Trust that you, too, are unfolding. Trust that you, too, are becoming who you are. Trust that your struggles are just growing pains, plus the occasional thunderstorm. Breathe. Trust. Unfold.