#unquietmind

Anxiety is disguised as a friend. It promises that it is always looking out for your best interest. That it is protecting you and keeping you from being taken by surprise in anything in life. And it may help in some cases, keeping you from diving into something potentially risky or dangerous before thinking it over, or keeping an awareness of different possibilities. But on the whole, that friendly-looking thing with its constant stream of “what ifs” and “buts” and “are you sures” is toxic and decidedly UNhelpful. It’s voice shouldn’t be given center stage. It shouldn’t even get a supporting role.

Mantras for a less anxious year

Progress isn’t linear; it’s made up of ups and downs and plateaus.

The isolating bubble of anxiety

But what part is myself? How do I know when it’s me talking versus when it’s the anxiety talking?

December 28, 2015: I’m always in deep thoughts. I sometimes let myself drown into it. I think of so many things, thinking everything I see, single moment or when something happens, I would think that there’s a meaning or a purpose behind it. In my mind, I make complex analysis of the things around me. Sometimes I over analyze or over think. My mind is just so unquiet, but I’m silent outside. It’s crazy. It’s mostly bothering when I can’t even organize my thoughts and say it right away or I can’t find the right words to describe it. I end up blabbering words that don’t make sense. I wish I talk a lot, I wish I don’t hesitate to express my mind by talking it out loud. I wish I’m as loud as my thought at night. 

#Spring is starting to come into her own. Time to shed that winter wool, Rayna. #appaloosa #horse #seasons #quiethours #unquietmind