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Wrenelle
You put yourself on high alert for dangers that could be lurking. It's in your mind, there are no lions; this "mindfulness" isn't working. You "doomscroll" your days away, and take a pill to sleep. No wonder all your dreams have dystopian themes; You're counting wolves instead of sheep. You're isolated, stuck indoors with no clear end in sight. The planet is on fire, yet Humanity's desire is to help the flames win the fight. How can you quell the racing thoughts, the anger, the frustration? Put down the phone, just be alone. Tune in to a different station.
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Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 1:54 PM UTC
Stress