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?
