Fear, panic, anxiety… trying to work with them, trying to let myself feel them. Panic attacks, terror, confusion. I am feeling lost at sea in the middle of the storm, being afraid of death, but also afraid of living. Trying to find an escape, trying to run. No matter how far or fast I run, I can’t escape them. I am HOPELESS…I give up the fight… A voice is calling to me. I turn back to see where it comes from. I see the storm, I hear a voice, maybe. I think it’s calling me to it. Looking at it, moving closer to it… there is something in the middle. I go inside the eye of the storm and there I’m starting to see, starting to understand. The peace and calm of it. Seeing, understanding, accepting it. I see, it’s me, it’s ME calling me home. Peace of mind.

“Stillness makes even the muddies of waters become clear again.”