The last few days, I’ve been on that threshold between elevated and manic, and only really starting to notice it tonight. So, before I spin out of control, I’m forcing myself to stare into the mirror and ground into my body via my normal practices (hot tea, shower, yoga, etc). Yet my mind is fighting the process with all of its strength, kicking and screaming like a little demon toddler. As I slip into my body’s awareness - I notice exhausted I actually am. It’s as if my mind is trying everything it can to prevent me from noticing. 

I’ve felt unstoppable the past week, and I don’t want it to end. I don’t want to feel human again. 

But truly, learning to find home in my body is the safest place to be. Every time I’m back, I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else. (Except when I’m fatigued and sickly because i overextended myself. Lol). 

Does anyone relate to this?