Original Advice
“DO: Name the feeling; breathe for one minute”
Name the Wave. Breathe Once.
Your anxiety feeds on blur. You let it masquerade as intuition, romance, prophecy. It is not magic; it is adrenaline. You catastrophize, then call it depth. Stop. Give the creature a tag. Say: dread, jealousy, exhaustion, fear of silence. Put it in a small box made of words. Sit still. Breathe for sixty seconds. Not forever. One minute. Count. Keep your eyes open.
Naming collapses the infinite into one thing you can face. The hydra loses heads when counted. A minute of breath reboots the animal body; the mind lags and quiets. You don’t need a cure. You need edges. Touch the present: cold water, floor under feet, the exact color of the wall. Precision is mercy. Boundaries are spells. The wave belongs to weather, not identity.
Cosmic Context
You are mutable water, ruled by Neptune, porous to every current. Naming builds a pier; breath rows you back to shore.
Action
──────Say out loud: “This is fear,” then breathe for sixty seconds.
✨ You are allowed to be clear, boring, and safe today. ✨