I’ve spent years deeply uncomfortable in my skin. Wanting to disappear. Last night, a wave of anxiety hit me as it often does when the world gets quiet. In tune with my body for a brief moment, my heart ached. Why? I envisioned that moment when we ponder what we would regret on our deathbeds.
What does self-compassion look like in your life? originally appeared in KevinMD.com.
