It happened again.
Anxiety wrapped me up so tightly I must untangle myself with scribbles that you are kind enough to read.
Socializing leaves me aching with regret for the words I said wrong and the words I didn’t say.
I feel like a failure, even though I know that is a harsh conclusion, I feel it still.
I feel inept, like no matter what I do I won’t ever feel comfortable in social situations.
Even though I have undiagnosed autism spectrum disorder, as is more common in females. Even though I have worked painfully hard to hide my differentness, my social awkwardness rarely stays below ground for long.
In the game of whac-a-mole, the moles keep popping up no matter how many I whack.
Self-love, self-compassion, forgiveness, humor, perspective, reassurance that I belong in this human family, in this world, that I am enough, that I am worthy of love, as we all are: these are the treasures I have gathered along my journey.
These are the treasures I hope you find and cherish as well. They must be carefully cultivated, nourished and loved.
May you feel nourished and loved.
May you rest on the shores of peace.
Inhale what you need. Exhale what is no longer serving you.
All is well, even when we are under cloud cover, the clear sky remains above all.
For the duration of my whole life, the sun has never stopped shining- there were only times that I couldn’t see it.
The moon is a reminder of what I don’t see.
Maybe everybody feels this way sometimes, and it is normal and ok.
May I remember that I am blessed beyond measure even during the uncomfortable moments of this human journey.
Storms will rise, then pass.
May my breath be my anchor to weather me through until I see the sky of blue again.