In the Swirl
In the swirl of anxiety, contracted fear, nausea in my stomach.
Panic streams through me,
Where to turn, looking for safety, for someone, anyone to help me
Swirling, turning, needing to do something, anything to stop these feelings from consuming me, from tormenting me.
I stop.
I breathe.
I turn inwards.
Towards the centre of my discomfort, towards the swirling nausea.
Oh yes. I can be with you for a moment.
Maybe.
Maybe I can hold out my hand in kindness and place it on myself.
Soothe myself.
Comfort myself.
Oh yes sweetheart, you’re feeling scared, panicked,
But I’m here now.
I won’t abandon you this time.
I’m here.
I breathe and sob.
It’s ok.
It’s ok
Image: Steven DaLuz “Still”
When we can be with it–even for a moment–it sometimes eases. I felt scared many times this week. Am learning to speak my truth through the fear. “I am scared.” It’s sometimes hard to say that, but we’re all there at times. We’re both scared and we’re not. I am learning to love the scared part. Thanks for sharing this.
Hi Kathy, Thanks for responding to this and I feel incredibly touched when you write about learning to both acknowledge and also love your scared part…isn’t that what we all yearn for? The ultimate coming home.