Simple, not easy

Everything that finally helped me could be written on an index card.

Breathe out longer than you breathe in. Feel what’s there instead of thinking about it. Say no when you mean no. Put down what isn’t yours. Speak to yourself like someone you love. Let what comes up come up, and let it go.

That’s it. That’s the whole card. You could read it in twenty seconds, and I’ve just given it to you for free.

Doing it took me years.

I want to be honest about that gap, because I think it’s where most people give up — not because the work is complicated, but because it’s simple and they still can’t do it, and they conclude something’s wrong with them. Nothing’s wrong with you. The card is simple. The doing was never going to be.

Here’s why. A body that’s been braced for thirty years doesn’t unbrace because you’ve read a sentence. The muscles that armoured you — jaw, shoulders, the whole inside of your stomach — learned their job over decades, and they learned it well. When I first came to this, I’d lost the ability to relax anything. I’d tense to try and relax, and tense the other way, and nothing let go. It took a year, two, three, before I noticed that one place had softened. Then another. The inside took longer still.

That’s not slowness on your part. That’s the actual speed of a body relearning that it’s safe.

And it isn’t a straight line. Things you’ve released come back — a month later, a year later, in a hard week. The first few times, that felt like failure to me. I dealt with that. Why is it here again? It wasn’t failure. Each time something comes back and you meet it again, it goes a little deeper and stays down a little longer. A spiral, not a ladder. Recurrence is the second lap, not the first one failing.

The graph, if you drew it, would be ugly. Up, then down, then further up, then a dip that lasts a month, then up again. Anyone who tells you it’s a smooth climb is selling something. But zoom out, and the line goes one way.

Here’s what I’d say to the version of me who was holding the card and feeling hopeless. It took me years when I didn’t know what I was doing, and a couple more once I did. I do this work now so that it shouldn’t take you that long — because we can go straight to it, together, without the decade of wrong turns. But it will still take time. It’s supposed to. Anything that changed you overnight would leave just as fast.

And the kindest pace is the one your body sets. Not the pace you’d like. Not the pace that would prove something. If you’re forcing it, you’re doing the old thing — overriding yourself — with a new name. Less, listened to, beats more, pushed through.

None of the years you’ve struggled with a simple card were wasted, and none of them meant you’d failed. Simple has never meant easy. Nobody told you that, and it’s not your fault. But now you know, you can stop measuring yourself against a speed that was never real.

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— Adam