I continue to think about the notion of empathy. It is probably the feeling that has helped me connect with most of the people I know and at the same time sabotaged my mental wellbeing the most.
Tag: wellbeing
Mirror, mirror on the wall, what do you mean I see others as I am not as they are?
I have to say that I accepted the fact that I was a racist easier than I am accepting this about myself.
In the messy middle, between storm and stillness
Walking through a city park torn up by a fierce storm the other day, the metaphor was not lost on me. Huge trees lay splintered
Almost one month sober
4:39 seems to be the hour. Anxiety wakes me and assures me that if I check email there will be something waiting for me there, for sure. Nothing. Oh, no, did I say email? I meant LinkedIn. Ok, let’s go. Nothing there either, of course. Except maybe there is something: a thought of warning.
The Sound of Silence
I wish I had lanterns to go out with, looking for myself, as Emily Dickinson was claiming to have. I look for lanterns in books, in podcasts, in new learning. In the few conversations I have with the few people who only listen, making no attempts to fix, pity or push me. The fog remains. And with it, the threat.
I am not broken. I am a goddamn cheetah.
Between stimulus and response there lies a pause. (…) And in that pause, breathe in to tame the fire in you, especially when it was fed by biases, injustice, manipulation, gaslighting, lies … . Breathe and before you act, ask yourself: is it SAFE for me to show my heart and emotions here?
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