I don’t like being sick or unwell. How long will I have to feel this way? The pain is great, I need tests. The fear arises.
Fear arises, questions begin. Is this more than I can handle? What’s going on within? I breathe and I pray, the pain subsides.
The pain again arises and with it the fear. What does this mean? When will I know? What’s wrong with me? Oh, that’s the anxiety.
Fear arises, the diagnosis comes….. cancer…. need I say more? Fear takes hold. What does this mean? Fear arises… death? More pain? Suffering? Fear arises
I breathe, I pray
I breathe, I pray
I feel calm, I feel peace.
I breathe, I pray, I breathe. I breathe, I feel peace. I feel more calm settle over me. I breathe, I feel that all will be okay. Assurance arises. I breath, I pray
Fear subsides, becomes diminished. Hope arises.
Hope arises
Hope arises
I continue to breathe and pray. Hope arises.
After I read your post, I felt much calmer, it must be your gift to express yourself with words and art. Knowing your battle is real, it’s everyday, I believe it would be difficult to hang on to every shred of strength when your body feels weak. I admit that I forget to breathe. Thank you for reminding me of that—to breathe my sister..
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Beautiful. Deep breaths, let each breath in lift you above the pain and fear, and each breath out send that fear out from you, dispelled, powerless. You’ve had the power within you all along to overcome this, and we’re all here to cheer you on!
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I think of you often and miss seeing you on a regular basis! Sending hugs and healing vibes your way.
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Thank-you
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