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The train jolts, uncertainty. I ride. I ride. I ride. I... Rise. I break free.
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Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 11:46 PM UTC
The Train
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. And in case you needed to hear it, you can too. 💗
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Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 11:46 PM UTC
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