ANXIETY: A CRY OF THE MIND TO BE SOOTHED
Transmitted by the Galactic Press team
(https://thegalacticpress.com/2025/03/28/lanxiete-un-cri-du-mental-a-apaiser/)
When everything goes wrong, a shadow settles in the heart. When everything goes well, it returns nonetheless, lurking in a corner of the being. Why this endless dance of worry? What does the mind of sensitive souls whisper when anxiety takes the reins?
Imagine a four-year-old child, a red balloon in her hands. A split second of inattention, and it slips away, carried off by the wind. In her belly, a knot grows, chaos awakens. For her, it’s the end of a world. Hours of tears follow, etching into her being her first encounter with anguish. Thus begins Émilie’s story, an echo of so many other lives.
Later, in the bloom of her twenties, it’s no longer balloons she fears losing, but a part of herself. Relationships, money, an imaginary fire consuming her refuge—everything becomes a threat. She seeks peace in yoga, hoping for a breath of calm. But alone with her thoughts, the little hamster in her head spins faster, weaving dark scenarios. Then comes a name: generalized anxiety disorder. An inner alarm too sharp, ringing without cease.
Today, at 34, Émilie, a literature professor, confesses: in the midst of a storm, she’d curl up, cradling her soul in the dark. Yet the silence never lasts. That invisible companion, that tireless hamster, is never far away. Anxiety is that fleeting pang when the wallet seems lost—a wave that shakes the body, until the relief of “Oh, it’s there!” But for the anxious, the wave doesn’t stop. The wallet is in their pocket, yet the fear persists, vast, irrational, sometimes leading them to believe they’re lost in illness or madness.
One in four souls in this vast land of Quebec will one day cross paths with this intensity. More than one in ten lives with an anxiety that hinders their steps, a distress that colors every day. This whisper of the mind, more common than the shadows of depression, touches women twice as often as men. It is not an enemy, but a messenger.
What if this sensitivity were an invitation? Not to flee, but to dive into the heart of oneself. Anxiety, though it binds, carries within it a call to light. It asks you to look elsewhere—beyond the hamster, beyond the fears. It’s in the breath, in the Love of the moment, that the key lies. Not to extinguish the lights, but to relight them differently, with gentleness, with trust.
You who feel this turmoil, know this: you are not alone. Your heart, even shaken, is a beacon. Let it vibrate, let it settle. Peace is not out of reach—it lives within you, waiting to be embraced.
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