Today I made it outside for some Nature Therapy. It's the last day of winter. I have a bit of a fascination with the seasons and weird things I learn from observing them. There are some great lessons in winter, resting and waiting and preparing for spring.... But I think spring is my favorite. Spring is life. Spring is new. Spring is hope.
Yesterday was a very hard day. In retrospect, it felt like every panic attack I ever repressed hit me at once. The fun thing with healing is that in order to get to it I have to go through all the repressed stuff. If I'd known in advance, I would have made some different choices, but as it is, I guess staying in bed all day was probably the best option.


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