Cheers, Chipo…
I spend too much time in my head. Losing myself in the good and bad memories. They say that practicing mindfulness—being in the present moment—would help. But I can’t seem to make it there. I’m always somewhere else.
Lost, and not looking to be found?
Despite the terrors that I encounter in the recesses of my mind, I’m sickeningly comfortable there. I know what to expect after three decades of consciousness. To create a healthier mindset is too daunting for me—the unknown too terrifying to deal with.
How can I continue to live like this?
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