Holding On

It’s the moment you prick your finger on the rose, that second you wake up to see it was too late.

That it’s beauty entrapped you. And there was no healing the wound.. No rewinding the moment.

Now you have a choice. You could drag your hand back out of the brambles or grab onto the rose thorns harder..

And for some reason holding on seemed easier than letting go.

M.A.P

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Anxiety

Tapping 

Eating 

Eating 

Eating 

Squeezing

Talking

Talking

Talking

Biting 

Smiling 

Smiling 

Smiling 

Mental

OCD

OCD

OCD

Panic

Repeat

Repeat 

Repeat 

Panic

Breath

Breath 

Breath 

I can’t breath

M.A.P

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