There are days when everything is pressing. Thoughts are too loud, anxiety is like a heavy blanket that doesn't warm, but suffocates. And it is at such moments that I simply leave the house. Without a plan. Without a route. Without a goal 💭

I go where my feet lead. I pass familiar streets, sometimes I turn to places I haven't been before. I look at the sky, listen to the wind, catch the smells of summer, tree bark, grass... and slowly everything inside calms down 🌿

There is a strange magic in these aimless walks. They don't demand results, don't set goals, don't pressure with expectations. There is just me and the world. And that's enough 🤍

You can allow yourself to be slow. Stop by a flower. Sit on a bench. Watch the sun pass through the leaves. Just breathe. And breathe deeper 🌞

Such walks bring you back to yourself. To your body. To your feelings. To the moment. They teach not to run away - but to be. Not to fight - but to accept. And gradually anxiety loses its power. It dissolves in the air, like fog at dawn 🌫️

Maybe we can't always change circumstances. But we can go outside. And take at least one step towards peace 💚