Who am I?
I am sitting in my husband's childhood home, feeling emotional. In the backdrop, I am playing a healing meditation bgm to make me feel more calm. I've been playing such singing bowl music to soothe my nerves and my anxiety. Sometimes, my anxiety comes out of nowhere. Often, it is triggered by my overactive brain and oversensitive heart. My logical brain tells me - I've mostly what I need. A good income, a loving husband, a supportive family (both mine and in-laws) - everything is pacing out well; except a child which I've come to terms with. My emotional wiring stirs up shit. It could be comments made by colleagues, looking down on me/my role, comments from boss showing favouritism and lack of appreciation for my work, comments from other colleagues who gave negative comments about my output. I don't like to be looked down. I hate these little comments floating past my brain, made from little people who I know are not an integral part of my life. I know, but I sti...