Take Your Mind Where YOU Want It to Go

No more letting it ride roughshod…

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So, here I am, it’s 3 am and fear is playing its game with me again.

Tears. Worry. Anxiety. Powerlessness presses the air from my lungs.

My puppy dog mind has diarrhoea, I think to myself. The reframe brings some relief. I imagine a ‘loose’ pooping puppy making a heck of a mess in my mind…