I Am At War With Myself. ~ Bryonie Wise

Via on May 9, 2012

A War Within

I feel alive today.

For the first time in over a week, possibly two, I am myself.

I recognize this body, this mind, this face in the mirror with its lines and its curves and its spots. Instead of disdain and dislike, I see love staring back at me. I see me, I feel me…and this is an astounding revelation: I am me and I am here. I am alive. I am living and breathing and I am love and I am surrounded by love. And as with every awakening, I wonder how it is I could forget the beauty and magic of this life.

I wonder how I could forget who I am.

Every few months, I wake up in a fog. No. Sometimes, it’s every month. Similar to how the city felt earlier this morning, smothered in a cloak of clouds, so heavy and dense that not even the power of our metal birds could take flight, a paralysis seizes my being and I cannot move. It’s as if I am moving in slow motion, if I am moving at all. The light in my mind has turned off and without the light, my brain gets stuck in a loop, in the darkness.

This can last one week, but if I am being honest most times it lasts two. And it feels as if I am a tiny version of myself, dressed in warrior gear, stake in hand, battling my giant mind that at different times can look like different things. A fire breathing dragon. My biggest fears and sorrows in the form of a monster. I am a little me, fighting against the darkness in my mind, the big me. I am at war with myself.

I can be told 10,000 times a day how much I am loved. How beautiful I am. I can be hugged and kissed and showered with adoration. And still, a battle rages within.  I can tell you I love you a thousand times a day. How beautiful you are. And I can hug and kiss and shower you with adoration. You are my favorite. I can see your goodness, your light. And still, within my being I continue to fight and scream and struggle.

Each time I am at war, I can feel the ground shift. Each match brings me to a different place, a deeper place, as if I am getting closer to the heart of my darkness. It is hot and I am scared, but I know to set myself truly free I must reach this place and face whatever it is that is waiting for me.

And so. I roll out my yoga mat and I move. I sit on my block and I meditate. I draw a hot bath and I soak. I lie on a table and have needles stuck in me. I fast and I sit with mystics and shamans. I play my big bowl and my little one and I sing and I sing.

I go to a park where I can walk in the trees with my dog and my love. I dig in the soil and plant seeds that I water each day. I sweep and I scrub and I clean. I find words in my thoughts and I let my fingers touch a keyboard and see them spring to life on a white space in front of my eyes.

These are my tools, my weapons in my war.

Despite the darkness I know that there is a switch somewhere that will soon be turned back on and everything will be illuminated.

I will know that I have survived and that I am me and that I am love.


*This piece was adapted from my blog, onbeinglove.




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About Bryonie Wise

Bryonie’s life is rooted in the belief that when we come from a place of love, anything is possible. When not teaching yoga or writing her heart to the bone, she can be found frolicking in the sunshine with her camera & her dog, Winston, living her yoga. Stay in the loop of all her magical happenings, connect with her on Facebook, TwitterInstagram—& maybe even add her first book, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers to your collection.


11 Responses to “I Am At War With Myself. ~ Bryonie Wise”

  1. Meghan Marie says:

    Beautiful. I remember (fondly) this piece from your blog… which I loved, every day. So glad your writing is being exposed to a wider audience now Bry! xo

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  3. Eric says:

    Bryonie, thanks for sharing this. I can absolutely relate–every bit of it. For some people, it's clinical and requires medication and years of therapy. Luckily, for me, after a lot of meditation, honesty and acceptance, the 'fog' comes in much less frequently and only lasts a day or 2 or a few hours. Seeing the 'monster' and the 'darkness' for what it is–a chimera, a fabrication of my ego (which is itself a fabrication :), we reconnect with the light…keep fighting the good fight.

    I'm right there with you in the park with my dog, my love, chants, a drum, and light in my heart.

    • Bryonie Wise Bryonie says:

      Hi Eric,
      Thank you for sharing your experiences and for your kind and loving words. Here's to fighting the good fight, with love, love and more love.

  4. Amy says:

    My dear friend,

    I want you to know that I always read your words, and they always make me feel real. You are blessed with talent and I am truly grateful the world can be apart of it!

    Lots of love


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