The train jolts, uncertainty. I ride. I ride. I ride. I... Rise. I break free.
I hope when you read this you read the words "I ride. I ride. I ride." like you would read the chugging of a train. That chug - that riding - is life with compulsions. It's monotonous and isolating from the world around us.
I often find myself there in the "I...". That's the moment of contemplation, where I remember again that I can choose to respond differently.
I can choose self-compassion. I can choose my values. I can break free.