I want to be honest with you about something, because I think it might be useful.

The last few months have been hard. I've been struggling with anxiety - properly struggling, not just the background hum that most of us carry, but the kind that makes the ordinary things feel effortful and the future feel unreliable. I'm getting professional help, and that matters. But alongside that, I've been going to the sea more than usual.

On the rougher days - the ones where everything felt loud and sharp and too much - I'd go to a wild stretch of coast and let the weather do what it wanted. There's something about standing at the edge of a rough sea that makes it possible to release things you've been holding. The noise covers you. Nobody notices. You can let it out into the wind and the waves and it goes somewhere other than back into your own chest.

As the weather has improved and the anxiety has started to ease, the visits have changed. Less screaming into the void, more sitting quietly at the water's edge and letting the salt air do its slow work. It's almost like Brigid had a plan - starting with the wild and the rough, when that's what I needed, and moving gradually toward the gentler support as I became able to receive it.

Over and over again, when I'm agitated, anxious, sad, or just carrying too much - I go to the sea and I come back different. Not fixed. Not transformed. Just a little lighter, a little cleaner, a little more able to go on.

That's Brigid's water aspect. That's what this week's post is about.

[Read it here]

If any of this resonates - if you have your own version of the sea, or the well, or the river that holds you when things are hard - I'd love to hear about it. Reply to this email. I read everything.

Bríd libh

Órlagh

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