People mean well. “Therapy?” they ask. “Maybe some medication to sleep?” I appreciate the concern, but this time feels different. This time, I crave a different kind of healing.
Instead of reaching for a sleeping aide, I’m focusing on regaining inner peace. It’s not a walk in the park. Some nights, the silence screams memories, and anger threatens to erupt. But slowly, I’m incorporating practices that bring a sense of calm.
Meditation offers a 20-minute sanctuary each morning. I focus on my breath, not erasing the pain, but acknowledging it and letting it go. Time spent outdoors is my grounding force. The fresh air, sunshine, and rhythm of my steps against the vastness of the sky put things in perspective. Journaling has become a release. On paper, I pour my heart out – the good, the bad, the ugly. It allows me to process emotions and start making sense of it all. Laughter truly is the best medicine. Spending time with my children and friends, reminiscing and creating new memories, reminds me of the love and support that surrounds me.
It’s a journey, not a destination. There will be good days and bad days. But by choosing peace over a prescription, I’m taking control of my healing. I’m allowing myself to feel the emotions, but I’m also actively choosing practices that nurture my well-being.
So, if you’re going through a tough time and considering medication, I urge you to explore all your options. There’s a power in finding peace within yourself, a strength that comes from embracing the journey, not numbing the pain.
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