It's Okay, Little Bird
Saturday, August 10, 2019
I picture my anxiety like a frantic bird in a cage in my chest. Flitting about, feathers flying, banging against the bars of the cage, struggling to find a way out.
"I can't do this! I can't do this! What am I going to do? This is all too much! This is hopeless!" Bang, bang, bang.
Her poor little bird heart is thumping away wildly.
"It's okay. It's okay, my little one. You don't have to do it all. Just sit for a bit and breathe. Then I'll show you . We'll take it bar by bar, and soon you'll have choices. But for now, just sit and breathe and trust as I hold you cupped in my hands. Your small little frantic body will relax and feel safe. You will be okay. There is a way out, but you need to quiet yourself first."
And she slows down and breathes. She is not panicked, searching desperately for the exit. She sits, she breathes, she closes her eyes, her heartbeat slows down again. I show her the bars she can slip through now. She rests in my hands and stares into my eyes, nudges my forehead like a grateful cat. Eventually, she flies. She feels the fresh air on her wings and sees the trees below and finds her safe nest. She returns to me when she needs to. And I will remind her again, without judgment. Just sit and breathe first. Relax in my cupped warm hands. I've got you. You can return anytime you need to. You are okay.