There were some life periods when I look them back somewhere from the future, I was quite certain that at that time, I was on the level of ‘urgently-need’ therapist.
But, I am not good at talking. The thought of heart-to-heart talk is not appealing and doable. Also, I am not sure if it could help making me feel better.
These days might be one of those periods.
I realized during the turbulence, I don’t need escaping to any places, doing any irregular things like shopping, binge watching, or non-stop eating. Ones that have helped me going through many ups and downs are actually things that I do regularly.
The silence before fajr where most important conversations between me and Him happen, the morning routine and daily exercise, and last but not least, all the writings kept in this platfrom.
I also post quite a lot in a (completely) private social media and no time I visited all those long writings more often than when I am dealing with stormy weather in life.
All those things turned out to be my personal therapists that helped me more than I could think of.
The past two days, the stat had been spiking since someone clicked almost every past writing (thank you so much for that) and it showed in my daily stats. It made me revisiting all those writings too and how soothing it was while reading them.
There were details that I didn’t even remember but actually happened. They were stored safely on those lines. In spite of typos, grammar mistakes everywhere, but it was more than enough to make me say, “well, what’s so bad about current circumstances?” (Although in reality, it’s so headache and heartbreaking).
I entered this year with cautious feeling, more than the previous two years, knowing this is a ten-year marker from the incredible 2012. Up to the seventh month, it might be not as bumpy as ten years ago, but to say it’s been walk in the park, certainly not.
If there were an option where we could choose one superpower to have, I would have chosen a ‘que sera sera’ mentality to deal with any kind of hurdles, to be traded with this anxiety and overthinking ability.
A big sigh was released right after typing the last paragraph.
Well, till then.
A Penny for My Pensieve 
*hugs* sending you some love and lights.. because I, too, no matter how giggly I am on the outlook, have been in a series overthinking mode that leads to so many anxiety episode 😐
I am at a certain level until my daughter labels me with a tense mom😔 thank you so much for stopping by and the hugs😘