Journal
Welcome to my slow living journal, the place where I write about the things that inspire me, worry me, or make me happy along the way. Here you'll find honest reflections on anxiety, healing, and simply learning to breathe inside myself — one entry at a time.
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Slow
They say complex trauma is bound to the past — though really, everything is bound to the past. Who you are, where you come from, how you've lived, how much you've endured, how much of yourself you've neglected along the way. And if it's true that healing from trauma isn't about returning to who you once were, but about discovering who you are now, then...
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A loud mind in a small boat
Everyone tells anxious people to slow down yet very few people ask what they find when they finally do
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The green, green grass of home…
There were moments when this water everywhere would sometimes terrify me. I remember the period when my anxiety was in a severe phase, and the cure - as some of you might know - for everything here is “ut på tur” or...
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Imperfection? Yes, of course!
Perfection isn’t found in straight lines, but in slightly outward-pointing paws, messy hair, purring, and the rain tapping against the window. This is Sabi—my beautiful, imperfect cat. When we got her, she was almost four months old – absolutely hilarious, with huge ears, long legs, and a tail dragging on the floor. After a few days at home, I noticed that her paws were pointing outward somehow. We took her to the vet, did X-rays… everything was fine. They explained that because Maine Coons are heavy cats, if they jump from a higher place while they are still very small, this kind of twist in the joints can happen.…
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Life is all about itself
“The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.”
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Yutori
Believe it or not, I’m 50 (wow, even saying that out loud, it still sounds like I’m talking about someone else). Last year, I learned about...