DBT Peer Connections

Building Hope, Community and Skillful Means

Grounding Me

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My tongue tastes sour
feels pasty, thick
lips dry
throat sticky

My neck is stiff
shoulders tense
head slightly achy

My heart beats
in my ears
I hear white noise
electricity

My eyes are dry
head heavy
I see white, purple,
carpet, screen, box

My mind quiets
breath slows
awareness grows

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Author: Rachel Gill

I am a survivor on mission to synthesize balance from division, to find dialectical healing, learn to love what I am feeling, live in the now, show my peers how.

2 thoughts on “Grounding Me

  1. I laugh I cry,
    I sing the blues,
    After I hear the morning news

    Make War, Make War
    I hear them say,
    as if we don’t matter anyways.

    The laughter, the joys, the smell of spring,
    I listen for the whispers of the inner rings,
    Make peace Make peace the whispers say

    For tomorrow my friend is Brand New Day.

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  2. very real

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