This is where I sit when I meditate. My practice gets derailed by depression/PTSD symptoms, the very things I meditate to handle/heal. This is the cycle of depressive/anxious/trauma-related mental health issues: when you feel worse, your self-supportive practices are harder to do, so you don’t do them, and then you feel worse. You have to just force yourself sometimes, and when PTSD is related to being forced to do things, it gets even muddier. So. You get up, sit on the cushion, journal, exercise, blah blah blah all the while thinking “this isn’t helping” and then weeks later feeling a tiny bit better and still wondering if I’m ever again going to be flooded with relief, with a sense of safety, with joy, why does it take so long...in these darker moments, I have started to tell myself: your whole life revolves around your desire to inspire and help others heal themselves and their communities. In order to do that, you must heal yourself. So I’ve taking up the 10-day #meditateforgood challenge from @threejewelsnyc. 10 days, 10 minutes, 10 posts. Check them out to see the Great community work they do and join in if you want to! My godmother once told me to “take exquisite care” of myself—let’s all get the pendulum swinging that way.