She told me she self-medicates with alcohol on the weekends.  It eases her anxiety quite well.  But that my words came back to haunt her and she wants to try again.  I told her the same thing once more.

Let the worries run through your mind as they will.  Let the hairs stand up on your arms and legs.  Let your heart beat out of your chest and your breath shorten.  Let the stress of your body talk to you and perhaps show some elephants in the room.  Welcome the sensations and have them wash over you and ask your body (not in a cocky way) if it has anymore to reveal to you.

The only way to get over something is to go through.

Die before you die.



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