My anxiety, pain and fear run high most of the time. I find that somewhere between caregiving for my almost 93-year-old mother with chronic vertigo, my 88-year-old aunt with dementia and my own fibromyalgia, degenerative disc disease and Meniere’s disease lies hope that I can feel better physically and emotionally, be more resilient, eat healthier, meditate more, be a better human.
It’s an unseen hope that motivates me to keep trying, to research healthier alternatives, to not drown in my worries. I take deep breaths in between to maintain my sanity and calm my body.
I tend to get quiet, sit still and turn the world off — especially news and social media. I have days where I feel I am on a merry-go-round; it’s never ending fight, flight or
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