• run, wild, depression, body dysmorphia, anxiety, musings, witch
    Depression,  Feminist,  Introspection,  Story Medicine,  Wounds of the Feminine

    Run Wild

    Today I ran.  Running for me has always felt like a piece of my wild was allowed to roam, to soar free.  The shape of my running, however has taken on many an animistic form throughout my life.  When I was younger it was for the simple pleasure of the dopamine rush you exude, like a spring bunny who bounces gleefully as you watch it flee and sprint across the wilds releasing all of its pent-up joy with each fluffy bound.  Moving the ecstasy through your breath with the pounding of your bare feet on the earth and sending it off into the world.  Chasing with exuberance the pure pleasure…