No one warns you that effort can become a hiding place — that discipline is sometimes just a rhythm your body trusts more than questions.

Back on the loop. It seems the sheriff has calmed down with stickering vehicles up in town. From what I’ve heard, it usually only happens one to two times a year. Some out of town individual(s) take advantage

Source There are days when the body feels heavy, the mind gets foggy, and the heart seems to be carrying a backpack full of stones. It happens to all of us. Sometimes it is a loved one's move to another

Hola, familia de Holos&Lotus. Vengo con un tema que llevo mascando hace rato. Me paso muchas horas en redes, demasiadas quizás, y hay algo que siempre me ha resultado interesante y a la vez me ha molestado

Seventy-five days sober. Seventy-five days living on the road. Seventy-five days of just saying fuck it and seeing where life takes me. Seventy-five days of eating cheese and hummus by headlight and searching

How difficult it is to open one’s heart Photo of My propiety Hello, friends of Reflections . As usual, I’m sharing a reflective piece on the processes we often go through when we decide to heal. Because

My husband would roll his eyes at this, but fuck this has been a strong moon. @haveyoumetellie called my attention to it the other day - like many of us on Hive, the last few weeks have been a bit rough.

Un entrenamiento bueno no siempre es el que te gusta, hoy el entrenamiento fue mixto. Sin nada planeado sali a correr con mi amigo Wilson, la ruta habitual una vez que llegamos al parque donde llevabamos

L. llega hoy a consulta con algo que no esperaba traer: ganas. Ganas de abrirse a conocer gente de nuevo, después de tres años en una relación que le dejó inseguridades que reconoce a simple vista y otras

I don't write anymore. I don't take pictures anymore. I don't read anymore. I don't curate anymore. I'm stuck and I don't know how to get out. I cry. I meditate. I work. I interact. I help. I'm supported.

Hey folks, Over the last four years I’ve felt pretty lost. Nothing I’ve tried has really made me feel like I’m doing something I enjoy, and that feeling has been sitting on my shoulders for a long time.

🪐 Today was another migraine day, but it was still a good one, just for the fact that I was able to be at home with my family. ☁️ Hoy fue otro día de migraña, pero aún así fue un buen día, solo por hecho

La mañana de hoy parecia un día decembrino la neblina me acompaño desde la salida de casa, me alegré porque el clima estaria a nuestro favor en el entrenamiento, en los climas frescos nuestro cuerpo rinde

Cinco esquemas que pueden hacernos sentir que el vínculo no es seguro | Five schemas behind unsafe bonds

Leí hace poco un post de @emiliorios sobre actitud asertiva, dentro de un reto que se llama Pensamiento de Poder. La idea central es sencilla y suena bien: nuestra actitud ante los sueños y las metas es

The key still hangs on her ring, though it hasn't opened a door in eleven years — kept less out of habit than as proof of a year she never once described to the family who thinks she's always been fine

DBT: origen, teoría biosocial y diferencia frente a otras terapias | DBT: origins, biosocial theory and key differences

Llevaba un tiempo sin publicar aquí. Necesitaba una pausa, de esas que no se explican del todo en el momento, así que decidí desconectarme un rato. Ya les cuento en otro texto qué hice con esos días. El

We all have our favorites in everything in life. Would you be able to choose your favorites in this post?

Si alguna vez me ves eructando en un funeral mientras salto una escoba y te muestro la suela de mi zapato... no te asustes. ...