I don’t know about you, but from where I'm sitting, this year has gotten more emotionally draining as the months pass by. As a mom, student, counselor, wife, etc., life is always busy, but recently it seems to have a particular edge to it.
From January through March, I was too distracted with the day-to-day tasks of life to even notice how emotionally spent I was. I was inspired to dedicate the month of May to a mindfulness practice, figuring it could be an antidote to my anxiety and overwhelm. I set out to meditate daily and incorporate mindful activities into my days, even simple ones like paying attention to the smell of the shampoo while showering or taking in the sounds of the birds chirping while on a bike ride.
For the most part, I stuck to this plan (though I'll admit that nobody's perfect, and I missed a few days here and there). In the process, I began to understand that with mindfulness comes an avenue to acceptance—to coping with scary and distressing thoughts and feelings. It opens a door to the less savory aspects of your life that you haven't quite accepted, and it shows you where you may need to make difficult changes. It opened up a lot of fear for me, and I began to wonder if there was something, well, bigger going on.