#unquietmind

[the-silent-voices]

the sad truth is this: you are not unlovable. you are not inadequate. you simply chose the wrong recipient. that’s all. the love you carry is beautiful — you just kept giving it to people who were never yours. and your mind turned it into: “maybe i’m the problem.” no. a person loves with the heart, not the mind. and hearts don’t know maps. it’s not even their fault — love is a gift. but not every gift is received the way we wish it would be. it is what it is yes, it’s hard no, it’s not easy to accept but it simply is

[hereforthecake22]

Anxiety is disguised as a friend. It promises that it is always looking out for your best interest. That it is protecting you and keeping you from being taken by surprise in anything in life. And it may help in some cases, keeping you from diving into something potentially risky or dangerous before thinking it over, or keeping an awareness of different possibilities. But on the whole, that friendly-looking thing with its constant stream of “what ifs” and “buts” and “are you sures” is toxic and decidedly UNhelpful. It’s voice shouldn’t be given center stage. It shouldn’t even get a supporting role.

[hereforthecake22]

Mantras for a less anxious year

[hereforthecake22]

Progress isn’t linear; it’s made up of ups and downs and plateaus.

[hereforthecake22]

The isolating bubble of anxiety

[hereforthecake22]

But what part is myself? How do I know when it’s me talking versus when it’s the anxiety talking?

[chenniemontero]

December 28, 2015: I’m always in deep thoughts. I sometimes let myself drown into it. I think of so many things, thinking everything I see, single moment or when something happens, I would think that there’s a meaning or a purpose behind it. In my mind, I make complex analysis of the things around me. Sometimes I over analyze or over think. My mind is just so unquiet, but I’m silent outside. It’s crazy. It’s mostly bothering when I can’t even organize my thoughts and say it right away or I can’t find the right words to describe it. I end up blabbering words that don’t make sense. I wish I talk a lot, I wish I don’t hesitate to express my mind by talking it out loud. I wish I’m as loud as my thought at night. 

[hyperborean0wanderer]

#Spring is starting to come into her own. Time to shed that winter wool, Rayna. #appaloosa #horse #seasons #quiethours #unquietmind