How uplifting. Breathing truly is so beautiful in its simplicity, so comforting in its presence. When life is crazy breathing brings me back to baseline every time. I have really bad anxiety and kind of lost my way dabbling in benzodiazepines. Here I sit two weeks later, fresh out of rehab trying to stay away from the benzos and booze. I am still in withdrawal, and breathing has been the most effective tool in coping with these nasty feelings I am currently experiencing. I used to meditate a lot to help deal with my anxiety and overall mental well-being until I fell for Xanax and began mixing it with other drugs. Now I am trying my path once again, and get back on track the most natural way possible.
When focusing on my breathing a flood of forgotten memories seem to find their way back into my mind, and I remember who I used to be and who it is that I want to become. Then I take those thoughts and wish them away, concentrating on nothing but the sounds that happen around me. Breathing holds the ability to help me let things go and take a break from life by not acknowledging its presence. Air and water. I find myself coming back to myself. That naive, impressionable little boy. So full of hope and belief in oneself. Being himself, completely in control of his own destiny. And then I am gone.