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3/52 Morning Fear...
Why is it when I wake up I have this deep fear? Mornings are suppose to be blissful and full of hope, for the unfolding day. So why as soon as my body releases itself from an endless slumber; a knott clotts up in my throat. I struggle to let go of the pillow; I struggle to get up out of bed; I struggle to eat; I struggle to let go of yesterday. As the clock starts to click and the sun starts to shift , the fear increases. So many things to do, promises to keep- to both others and myself. What if I'm not good enough? What if I'm shot down?What if I fall? What if I struggle on life's meanings and goals. Days wasted because of fears and doubt. Until the sun falls and another night full of promises are made, eyes closed, waiting for morning again.
Been very ill this full week; wasting the days in bed; it's gave very low self esteem. Need a little boost of confidence in myself and in my work...
3/52 Morning Fear...
Why is it when I wake up I have this deep fear? Mornings are suppose to be blissful and full of hope, for the unfolding day. So why as soon as my body releases itself from an endless slumber; a knott clotts up in my throat. I struggle to let go of the pillow; I struggle to get up out of bed; I struggle to eat; I struggle to let go of yesterday. As the clock starts to click and the sun starts to shift , the fear increases. So many things to do, promises to keep- to both others and myself. What if I'm not good enough? What if I'm shot down?What if I fall? What if I struggle on life's meanings and goals. Days wasted because of fears and doubt. Until the sun falls and another night full of promises are made, eyes closed, waiting for morning again.
Been very ill this full week; wasting the days in bed; it's gave very low self esteem. Need a little boost of confidence in myself and in my work...