30/05/2026
I’m usually not sharing my journaling pictures: I don’t write journal. I draw what’s inside of me to process it. Because it’s more precise than words that follow an order (grammar, spelling, etc.).
I received a session
from a couple of days ago:
- and for the first time in life,
I could feel the heaviness
that I‘m carrying is not mine.
It got lifted from me
- and I could feel my pure color: 🟡.
It was beautiful and painful to see it
- at the same time.
Now, the grey cloud moved back in covering it 🌥️.
But I still know: behind the grey it‘s yellow and light.