Flowers enduring the storm

 Some days she is fierce and can move mountains. She is unstoppable, climbing the unknown. With gentleness, descending slowly with confidence and pace. 

Yet some days, she is a storm bracing for waves that will push against her. Sailing a treacherous force that will pull her under, apprehensive to fight against those waves. 

Gentleness... is hope and hope allows her to stay still and her body will flow to the tides. I surrender my body and mind-this soul to the movements I cannot control. 

Eventually I'd see the rays of warmth that is the sun and a land peaked with luminous floral patched with lush green fields. 

This is my inner mind. 

About me

 | INFP | Artist | Gamer | Writer |

Hello, my name is Cyn. This is my public mental health and personal blog. 

This is my journey through anxiety. I find it interesting how we are all up for mental health advocation, but do we really air out our dirty laundry?

I find comfort in talking about my mind patterns, as well as the goal to practice self-compassion. 

Rewiring our minds to think positively and lessen those pesky catastrophic thoughts is not easy. 

But I am here to vouch for the comforting thought, that it is possible. For I have, experienced intervals of pleasant memories, as well as the bad ones. I learned that each time, I was “okay”. And, essentially, the tools are with me to conquer those over thinking patterns.

I strive for peace, and it is within me. It is the art, once again, of self-compassion.