we are not crazy, we are children of trauma
I am learning how my inner critic tries to “manage” our life and how to lovingly and firmly remind her that she can relax because I am here now.
I accomplished seeing my doctor and getting meds for strep throat.
I delighted in writing out “my gloom” for the Zozobra ritual, in completing a full moon meditation, and in rescheduling meetings so I can take a full day of rest tomorrow.
