10/14/2026
When my thoughts are racing, I do not try to think my way out first. I’ve been anxious since I was a little girl, and for years I really suffered from it.
I’m not someone who never feels anxious now, but now I have tools.
Breath, movement, grounding, and slowing down enough to come back into my body instead of getting pulled further into my head.
To be able to help myself in those moments when I feel like I’m suffering beyond measure is such a gift. Not because the anxiety disappears, but because I know how to meet myself there and help my body move through it.
That has changed my life. Drop your tools in the comments ⬇️