Whenever I lack the will to do anything, I turn to meditation.

As soon as I begin, my mind gradually softens and a calm settles in.

I used to berate myself for feeling unmotivated — telling myself, “what a useless woman”

— and it left me feeling low.

Yet when I meditate, those self-critical thoughts sometimes soften

— not completely, but enough to let me feel a small sense of safety.

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Still, I know this pattern repeats. Maybe tomorrow I’ll fall into the same cycle again.

But even so, each time I sit down to breathe,

I remind myself that noticing these ups and downs is already part of the journey toward my true self.

💬 Do you also have patterns that repeat, even when you wish they wouldn’t?