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Hey Network! Ever feel like your thoughts and emotions are running the show, keeping you stuck in the same old patterns? Don't worry—you’re not alone! There's a fantastic way to turn this around, and it's all about focusing on the present. Enter Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT), your toolkit for reshaping how you think, feel, and act—without diving deep into the past. Here are the main topics from this Neuropsyche Short. What is your experience with this type of mindful practice? 🧠 Thoughts, Feelings, Actions: The Power Trio CBT helps you understand how your thoughts influence your emotions and actions. The cool part? Instead of just rehashing old memories, you learn to identify and change those pesky negative thought patterns in real-time! 💬 Reframe That Inner Critic We've all got that inner critic—that little voice that loves to tell us what we’re doing wrong. With CBT, you can turn those critical thoughts into constructive ones. For example, swap "I'm terrible at this" with "I’d like to improve, and here’s what I can do." It's about being kinder to yourself and turning criticism into growth. ❤️ Self-Compassion Is Key Beating yourself up doesn't lead to growth, but showing yourself the kindness you’d give a friend? That’s where the magic happens. Learn to pause when negative thoughts arise, acknowledge them, and respond with compassion. It's like giving yourself a big mental hug! 😱 Facing Fears & Anxiety We all experience anxiety—sometimes, it can be downright paralyzing. CBT offers practical exercises to help you confront and manage these feelings. From reframing fears to realizing your past resilience, you’ll discover ways to break free from the anxiety loop. 🍽 Managing Cravings Whether it’s food, adrenaline, or other temptations, cravings can feel overwhelming. With CBT, you learn to listen to your body's real cues and take charge of your impulses. A little mindfulness can go a long way in helping you make healthier choices. Try the one below this morning or evening... Let me know what thoughts come to mind?

You are one soul living a single story. But that soul has many layers. And that story, many chapters. In each chapter of our lives, we discover at least one new layer. A part of ourselves that we didn't know existed. We try on this layer and see if it fits comfortably around the core of who we truly are. Sometimes we have to adjust it so that it sits right. Sometimes we peel it off and discard it. These layers are our positive and negative traits. The things that make us ugly and the things that make us shine. The actions we take that either build us into the best version of ourselves or destroy the path leading to that superior existence. The reactions that either dishonour or elevate who we are. These layers are reflected in our actions and our speech. In our every breath and in each of our movements. Follow me for daily skool posts about suffering with depression.

7 generations of inherited trauma Gifted to me by my mother, As the if the shame and guilt are a prize, Harrowing heirlooms of our ancestors, Handed down as holiness by our grandmothers, Unspoken, unhealed, unloved fragments, Split into slivers, bored into the skin of our souls. Disguised, coveted, protected, poisoned, From cross to cradle to grave and over again, Passed through the wrath of father’s belt like wisdom Whispered into the welts on his beloved, bleeding son, Procreated by denial, determination and duty, Trampled deep into the fabric of my DNA, By the broken in boots brandished by my father, Pulling myself up first by my bootstraps, then the noose, 7 generations of trauma, handed down like a legacy, Seared into my thoughts, my mind, even into my fertility, My mother still whispers so no one can hear her say, “Wicked child, my wounds are your fault, I love you.” Shouldering the weight of the her wounds, my birth rite. Chin up, in silence, dutifully, like my grandmother, Held held head high, lips pressed tightly, tortured. “Quiet, shhh!” My screams, they beg for freedom, 500 pills poured down my choking throat gag them, Seeping out, escaping, dripping with the blood, Self inflicted wounds on my 17 year old wrists, Buried again under the kissed on stitches and scars, Birthed into the beautiful blue eyes of my daughter. Echoing in my child’s protests as she is ripped out of my arms, My ancestors were never allowed to speak their truth, It has become my purpose to scream the good news. 7 generations of trauma begin to unravel in my truth. I was sent to lead the liberation of my family line- I begin to remember the truth of my ancestral role- I was sent to hold a torch and walk without fear. Discarding our shame, my head held high. The truth is: Before I was an independent, modern day woman, Longing for the illusion of a lover raised by an unwounded father, Before the touch of that sick soul on my 4 year old flesh, Before war became a game played by politicians,

I watched the Expanded States of Consciousness talk with Andrew Weil, MD today. I absolutely loved how he talked about the Greek word for healing being synonymous with wholeness. It is the body and minds natural state to heal itself, and reframing the approach to health to “what is interfering or getting in the way of our innate ability to heal” is pretty powerful.