
Peace...
As someone who has been diagnosed with anxiety and depression, it is often hard to find peace.
Peace in thoughts - peace in actions - peace in self-worth.
The world moves at a fast pace.
Technology grows.
People's pain increases.
Every day, a new cause is found that needs our love and support, and in the meantime, we haven’t even fully dealt with those that already exist.
Wars rage on.
Politicians’ take-away rights.
Women continue to suffer due to medical tests not being done with them in mind.
Those who should be condemned are set free, while so many innocents are dead or behind bars.
And all of this is just the tip of the iceberg.
To find peace is hard.
As I strive to find peace, I have found what works for me:
I run.
I do strength training.
I go see a therapist.
I drink plenty of water.
I take my anxiety medication.
I take showers in the dark.
I go to sleep when my body tells me to, at night.
Now, of course, this doesn’t always help; there are times that my mind wins, and I don’t run, or forget to take my medication, or spiral down a hole trying to control everything, even what I can’t.
All I can do is get back on track - remember how the peace feels - and remind myself that if I just had even a second of genuine peace in a day, that is something to celebrate.