Sometimes I wonder
Sometimes, the medicine is in saying the intrusive thought out loud—holding it up like a mirror to reveal what’s real and what’s merely a shadow.
Dear reader,
These are just a few of the intrusive thoughts my inner teen frequents. You can probably pick up the theme: a deep fear of abandonment, a gnawing fear of being “bad.”
For a long time, I let myself go on the ride of these thoughts, twisting & turning until I was exhausted. But eventually, I learned something life-giving: allowing the thoughts to breathe, to see the light of day—without shame or judgment—is vital.
Yes, these spirals have become familiar spots on my internal map. Yet, each time I speak them out loud, each time I let them breathe and exist, I carve a new inner pathway. The concentric circle expands and the perspective shifts—often softer, warmer, & more loving than the last.