Progress

It's a good thing I still go to therapy.

When I think about how things have been going, I see that I am progressing. This recent stress is a kind of resistance to that progress. It's true that there is an outside component to my stress , but I know enough about myself to know that there's more to the story than that.

By not engaging more directly in my own healing, I was delaying my recovery. My therapist told me to "respect my process." It sounded like double-speak until I thought about it.

What she meant is simply that I already know a natural path to allow the cortisol to pass through me. I want the chemical to go without it taking up permanent residence in my body. That's the Tao those wise men in antiquity were writing about. I possess the qualities and tools necessary to fix my own problems. I am now aware enough to know when I need someone to help me. There's always a way up.

My process involves walking. I used to walk with The Divine regularly. Those walks saved my life. No joke.

Somewhere along the way, I gave myself license to forget that.

Drink water. Take a walk. Respect your own process. Come back to a healthy place.

I can do it. You can too.