Happiness Is An Intention

Lots happened this week to assault my happiness. My peace of mind.

One issue was so severe, I could feel the PTSD re-trigger older pains. Past fears.

But been working on emotional tools for years.

Doing what my best, oldest friend, a therapist, calls “The Work”.

So I “noticed”. The impulse to feel hurt. To feel less than. To feel fear.

Then reminded “Self”… been here before.

Can notice what’s happening without letting it fill up every single cell.

Can contain it.

“Hold” it.

Breathe with it.

Scoot it on it’s way.

So the fear, the darkness, the less-than thoughts, they don’t control me.

Have practiced tools to make fears and pain, “see-able”, “manageable” - what I like to call “a smaller font size”.