{"id":447,"date":"2026-10-01T05:56:00","date_gmt":"2026-10-01T05:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pamelaparkerfollick.org\/?p=447"},"modified":"2026-09-21T16:04:36","modified_gmt":"2026-09-21T16:04:36","slug":"i-dont-live-there-anymore","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pamelaparkerfollick.org\/es\/i-dont-live-there-anymore\/","title":{"rendered":"I Don\u2019t Live There Anymore"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I spend a lot of mornings on my front porch.<br>I\u2019m an early riser anyway, but some mornings I\u2019m out there early enough that my day begins under the stars. I sit in the darkness, drink my coffee, and eventually watch the sky begin to change.<br><br>This morning was one of those mornings.<br>Except this morning, I wasn\u2019t peaceful.<br>I was anxious.<br><br>Not just worried or thinking too much. I could feel anxiety moving through my entire body.<br>The tightness.<br>The restless energy.<br>The feeling that I needed to run somewhere, even though there was nowhere to go.<br>The breathing that never quite felt like a full breath.<br><br>And as I sat there trying to bring myself back to the present moment, I had a realization.<br><strong>I used to live like this.<\/strong><br><br>Not occasionally.<br>Not during particularly difficult moments.<br>This used to be my normal.<br><br>There was a time in my life when my nervous system existed in a nearly constant state of anticipating what might happen next. I was always thinking ahead, preparing, worrying, trying to control outcomes, trying to make sure I would be okay.<br>When you live somewhere long enough, even discomfort can begin to feel familiar.<br>You don\u2019t necessarily realize how much tension you&#8217;re carrying when you&#8217;ve been carrying it for years.<br><br>But this morning, I realized something has changed.<br>Because now I notice it.<br>Now anxiety feels uncomfortable enough that something inside me immediately says:<br><strong>I don\u2019t want to live here.<\/strong><br><br>And maybe that is part of healing that we don\u2019t talk about enough.<br><br>We often imagine healing as reaching a place where the old feelings never return.<br>Where anxiety disappears.<br>Where old patterns stop showing up.<br>Where we become so healed that nothing can pull us back into the places we worked so hard to leave.<br><br>But I don\u2019t think healing always works like that.<br>Sometimes life gets hard again.<br>Sometimes uncertainty returns.<br>Sometimes an old wound gets touched.<br>Sometimes our nervous system remembers a survival strategy long before our conscious mind has figured out what is happening.<br>And suddenly, we find ourselves standing somewhere familiar.<br><br>The difference is that we recognize it now.<br>We know this place.<br>And we also know we don\u2019t live here anymore.<br><br>That was the realization sitting on my porch this morning.<br><br>The anxiety itself wasn&#8217;t evidence that I had somehow gone backwards.<br>My awareness of it was evidence of how much had changed.<br><br>There was once a version of me who could live inside this level of anxiety every day because she had learned how to survive there.<br>The woman sitting on the porch this morning couldn&#8217;t.<br><br>And strangely, I think that&#8217;s growth.<br><br>Not because anxiety is something I should fear or fight.<br>But because peace has become familiar enough that I notice when I&#8217;ve moved away from it.<br><br>Safety has become familiar enough that my body recognizes when it doesn&#8217;t feel safe.<br>Presence has become familiar enough that I notice when my mind starts trying to live ten steps ahead.<br><br>Maybe healing isn&#8217;t never returning to the old places.<br>Maybe healing is returning and realizing:<br><strong>This doesn&#8217;t feel like home anymore.<\/strong><br><br>So I sat there.<br>Under the stars.<br>I reminded myself that I didn&#8217;t have to solve everything that morning.<br>I couldn&#8217;t control every outcome.<br>I couldn&#8217;t guarantee what would happen next.<br><br>But I could come back to what was actually happening in that moment.<br>My breath.<br>My body.<br>The porch beneath me.<br>The morning unfolding around me.<br><br>And eventually, the sky began to change.<br>It always does.<br><br>The darkness didn&#8217;t disappear all at once. The horizon simply became a little lighter, and then a little lighter again.<br>Until eventually, the sun came up.<br><br>There was something about watching that happen while sitting inside my own uncertainty that felt important.<br>Because transition can feel like that too.<br><br>Sometimes we know something is changing before we can see where we&#8217;re going.<br>Sometimes we are standing between what was and what will be.<br>Sometimes all we can see is darkness, even though somewhere beyond the horizon the light is already coming.<br><br>Maybe coming home to yourself isn&#8217;t about arriving at some permanent state of peace.<br>Maybe it&#8217;s learning how to recognize when you&#8217;ve wandered away from yourself.<br>And knowing how to find your way back.<br>Again.<br>And again.<br>And again.<br>Until one day you realize the place you once survived in no longer feels like somewhere you belong.<br><br><strong>A question for reflection:<\/strong><br>What once felt normal to you that no longer feels like home?<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I spend a lot of mornings on my front porch.I\u2019m an early riser anyway, but some mornings I\u2019m out there early enough that my day begins under the stars. 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