Okay,
Find a position that supports you without strain.
You might sit with your back against something solid or lie down with a cushion under your knees.
Take a deep breath in and slowly exhale.
As you breathe,
Imagine your ribcage gently expanding and contracting like slow waves.
Not in an ocean,
But like a quiet mechanical rhythm.
Steady and dependable.
Picture yourself stepping into a bright open room.
It's not magical or mysterious.
It's more like an artist's studio or a workshop.
Everything here is calm.
The lighting is warm,
But not harsh.
There's a wide table in the center.
On the table are small clear containers.
Some are empty.
Some have objects in them.
These objects represent your current thoughts,
Feelings,
And reactions.
Each one tangible,
Visible,
And able to be moved.
You walk over to the table.
In front of you is one container holding something heavy and jagged.
You pick it up.
It's the shape of anger.
Notice its weight,
Its edges.
You don't need to change it,
But you can choose where to place it.
Maybe you put it in a corner container labeled to check later.
The next object is softer,
Warm to the touch.
This might be joy.
Maybe it's small today,
But it's still here.
You set it where you can see it easily.
There's another object.
Shiny,
But slippery.
Perhaps this is fear,
Or maybe excitement.
You decide where it goes to.
One by one,
You sort these feelings.
Not to get rid of them,
But to give each one a space where it can exist without taking over the entire table.
As the table becomes more organized,
You notice now a large,
Clear area in the center.
This empty space feels different.
It's room to breathe,
To think,
To simply be without being crowded by all of the feelings at once.
You place your hands on this clear space and rest them there.
Say to yourself,
I can hold my emotions without being swallowed by them.
I decide where each feeling belongs right now.
It's okay to revisit them later.
I don't have to solve everything in this moment.
You look around the room.
Every object is still here.
None were destroyed or ignored.
They just have their place.
You turn toward the door,
Knowing you can return whenever you need to sort things again.
The table will be here.
The containers will be here.
Bring awareness back to your real body.
Your breath moving in and out.
The surface beneath you.
The sounds around you.
Take a deep breath,
Hold for a moment,
And exhale slowly.
When you're ready,
Open your eyes.
You are here.
You are present.
And you have room for yourself.