I am wondering about the Bug called Worry and how it can bite at anytime, how it can sneak up and take you out of any enjoyment you may be experiencing or perhaps not even let you go to enjoyment, instead you dance and waltz with Worry.
My brother spoke of a Panic Attack, would this be an attack from the Worry Bug?
That out of nowhere this bug sneaks in and steals your peace, attacking this moment of time?
When I found myself right side up in what felt like my upside down world, it was a world that opposed what the bug dreamed up.
It seemed like there were two worlds, the Mind Bug and Reality.
This Mind/Worry Bug was relentless, and what I did was to take that bug and slam it with Reality over and over again, showing it what is.
I literally had to put pen to paper to see what this Damn Bug wanted me to do.
Mostly it pulled me away from my life and into lives I had no control over, it ripped me away from my peaceful home doing what I loved to do, to go into someone’s life I had no business being in. It painted people in colors that were so off color from what they were actually like and then had me worrying about letting them go.
Maybe its nickname could also be Meddling or Hell.
Even today I may take a quick trip with it and see a future fear or horrid life, a sad and lonely existence, but it feels so bad, I yank myself back and hold on to something in my nowadays world.
If you had to pick this Worry Bug out of a lineup what would it look like, where does it live, how does it operate and who invented this???
I am sure some religions call this Bug the Devil.
What I think it is an untrained mind. A mind that is totally out of your control and one that hates reality.
This bug lives anywhere but in the here and now.
In the past six years I have been treating this mind like an unruly child, and find that I can oppose many of its thoughts and when it comes in and tromps into a moment of enjoyment, I can listen for a moment, but can make the choice as to what to believe.
As a woman who lived for many years in the land of pretend, I find great comfort and peace in the land called reality.
It is here that the Bug has a hard time beating; it usually falls down when faced with what is.
Byron Katie says, “Reality wins only but 100% of the time!”
I welcome this bug into my reality, but I usually have a dialogue with it before I head out into the land of unknown.
When I find myself powerless, stressed and out of sorts, you can be damn sure that the Mind/Worry Bug has led me astray from reality.
What I do to bring me back is grab on to anything that I can hold onto and be with my breath. For where my breath is the bug can’t be.
Where am I breathing, who is here now, what is going on, feeling my reality as a blind person uses Braille; I settle back into Now.
For Now…is the only place I can be.
I M Perfect lady 