Last week I was ambushed. Under attack. And I couldn’t escape it. Couldn’t find my way out.
My enemy was myself.
My mind. My thoughts. My fears. My anxiety. I made myself a prisoner. A slave to irrational behavior, motives, and beliefs.
Read MoreLast week I was ambushed. Under attack. And I couldn’t escape it. Couldn’t find my way out.
My enemy was myself.
My mind. My thoughts. My fears. My anxiety. I made myself a prisoner. A slave to irrational behavior, motives, and beliefs.
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