recovery, and how Breathwork showed up real big in mine
I am a recovered (recovering?), addict.
I ate dish soap one time.
I saw some creamy-looking food spilled on the counter and assumed it was yogurt, so I scooped it up with my finger and ate up. Blah!
Another time I almost drove off the road fumbling around for a cookie on the passenger seat. A cookie I’d actually already eaten.
I am a recovered (recovering?) food, addict.
..we are all recovering from something ---
When people ask me what I was addicted to, I was addicted to escape. I tell them I wasn’t addicted to any drugs. I would happily switch out one for the other, as long as I could be numb or obliterated by my stress to live carefreely. I primarily used alcohol and food. Long before I found those substances, I used money, smoking, fast cars, and cheap thrilling behaviours to numb or soothe my sense of unbelonging in the world.
[I wish you recovery]
I believe more deeply than ever that I was put on this path to experience all of it.
I am grateful for the lessons.
Opening up to breathing allowed me to open myself up, and my defences slowly came down.
Breathwork has been used in various spiritual practices for thousands of years. Changing the rate and flow of the breath cycle can bring forth profound shifts in consciousness and spiritual awareness. The use of Breathwork in my recovery led me to a more profound sense of inner connection, a sense of groundedness, emotional resolutions, and harmony in my body and mind.
Breath is beautiful.
With love,
P.S. Stay safe out there and keep your ear to the ground.