My heart rate was pushing the high 90s while I was lying down doing nothing. No running. No stress. Just my body doing its thing. Old me would’ve spiraled: Why is this happening? What’s wrong with me? Is this it? But I’ve learned something lately. Instead of fighting the feeling, I used a simple tool: 10 pulses per second. Isochronic tone. Sounds like a little helicopter in your ears. I put it on. Closed my eyes. Breathed in for 4 seconds… out for 6. Two or three minutes later… Heart rate: 74. Back in the normal range. Nothing mystical. No miracles. Just sound, breath, and awareness. Sometimes we don’t need a big solution. We just need a small reset. That’s part of The Human Thread among us all. Not every feeling is a command. Not every spike is danger. Sometimes it’s just a thread passing through. Sound + breath = reset. Simple tools. Real results. Moments of hope. That start of as a snowball and becomes the base of your own snowman. Love peace and harmony. 💚💪💯

My mind still can’t fully accept that I’m okay. It keeps searching for health problems. This is my loop. This is one of my mental traps. Half of me knows I’m fine. The other half scans every sensation. Lightheadedness, cramps, tingles, fog. I’ll be honest. This gets old. It’s rough. But I know this moment will pass. Just like others have. I’m looking forward to seeing my PCP this Wednesday. Be strong. Peace and love. 😔💚💪

I was just reflecting on my day today. I am happy. I can see the progress. Today been a good day for me mentally and physically. All that shadow work was worth it for me. 💚👽👍

I’ve been doing a lot of work on myself during this journey. When New Year’s came, I did some real inventory. Not the usual stuff like losing weight or quitting smoking. Those are all great things to do for yourself. But for me, this year is about mental change. How I handle my depression. How I handle my anxiety. How I ease my panic attacks. I had to become open, willing, and honest with myself. Then I had to do the work. What kind of work? The work of change. Changing my thought process. Finding acceptance for things that were tearing at my soul. Finding the sources of that pain and trying to put them to rest. There were a lot of tears. There were a lot of trips to the hospital. But in the end, it has been worth it. I won’t lie—healing hurts. Truth can hurt. But it can also cure. This last month has been a ride. And I can happily report that one inch a day of change brings you a yard down the road. Right now, I’m doing a couple inches at a time. And that’s perfect for me. If I keep showing up and keep my faith, in a few months. I’ll be miles down the road from my old self. Stay strong. Stay focused. And stay in the fight. For me, it’s been worth all the pain and tears so far. 💚👽💯

Healing is hard. New ways of living are hard. New philosophies in practice. Same old body responses. Mind tricks. I am well, but I am not. I am hopeful, yet scared and unsure. I have seen progress, even though my storm still brews. Every day I feel hope as my mind slowly catches up. Stay strong. Fight the fight. I’m told this gets better. That it’s worth it. In time. 💚💪