The word in the photo above is pretty important one: breathe
Over the weekend I essentially forgot how to breathe. It was frightening and intense. And as with any threat that happens in regard to the way my body works, cancer always looms over. So here I am, on the other side of that experience, still "NED" and breathing freely. I'm frankly in a state of AWE over the power of the mind. In awe that it can consume your whole person, mind body and soul, and manipulate your systems to the point that YOU CAN'T BREATHE.
I'm walking away from this weekend's experience with a full understanding that it is time to take better care of my one precious mind (and body). I knew I had anxiety, but I never knew what having an anxiety attack was like because no one explained that to me. Nor do I know how work through them (homework!) If that was an anxiety attack, it turns out I've been having them since my diagnosis. Which makes sense... considering it all. Yet, I've been going about my day as if I'm immune to this anxiety. This experience has solidified that I am most definitely not.
Taking care of my one and precious mind means a lot of things to me:
I need to be more gentle with my inner thoughts
I need to remember to breathe deeply often
I need to remember that it is okay to say no without feeling guilty
I need to remember that I cannot do all the things and that it is okay
I need to remember that I am enough, as I am
I need to remember that everyone needs space, including me
& so much more
What does taking care of your one previous mind mean to you? Let me know below 👇🏼