Too many people around me are suffering with illness and challenges. I feel hopeless and helpless. I worry I'm next.

I thought worrying was a problem specific to me until I learned about psychological time versus clock time.

I want to be heard. When I am listened to, I feel heard. When I feel heard, I feel more present. When I'm present, I more fully participate.

A black marker mars my sight. How am I supposed to see my way through this murky world? I’m not ready to welcome it in.

I started dreading when this wonderful thing will end or be taken away from me. I set myself up for the fall. I created the Ache.

Worry has weight. Worry pulls energy down. If I could put a texture on worry, it would stick to my hands like cobwebs. Worry blocks light.