When I am not taking care of myself, anxiety becomes a big part of my story. The internal dialogue spins webs of what ifs, creating traps made out of fear, and emotional responses to things imagined but not part of my external reality. I spent years picking at it like a scab, constantly trying to rip it from my being. It only got worse. Then I surrendered. I accepted it. I decided I was broken and needed to figure things out differently for me. Thinking I have to live different because I have a "disability". Through Yoga, not the on the mat calisthenics, but the big full all things on and off the mat yogic practice, I began to love myself. I began to cherish and care for myself. I dont have anxiety anymore. On occasion there is anxiety. Being separate from it, I can see it more clearly. I can see how foods, actions, lifestyle patterens, people, and/or certain situations cultivate the anxiety. But it is no longer part of me, and yet it does exist with in me. My emotions are not me, but do exist within. Like the smell within the refrigerator is not the fridge itself.. but comes from the things i choose to put I there. If I don't want a stinky fridge, things need to be taken out and let go before they begin to fester. You must first ACCEPT the things as they are. Meet yourself where you are at. Love yourself without condition as you are RIGHT NOW. Only then will lasting change come. Only then will the patterns themselves change for you. #youarenotyouranger #detachment #sankya #yogaoffthemat #shaddarshan #ayurveda #anxiety (at Asheville, North Carolina)
