I wrote this poem in January of 2024.
My body slowly starts to rebel against the daily stress
I put on it
It says, “stop this nonsense, you’re trying to do too much constantly.
hardly stopping to catch your breath
Constantly moving with a fast pace, tying up your worth
with how productive you can be
when just breathing, just existing is enough”
Life on the BPD 
Amen to this. Another gem Patty. For a long time I’ve been rocking back and forth, similar to the way a child does, but for me, as an adult it seems to relieve anxiety as well and gets me focused on the breathing and existing you write about here.
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