I recently came across a book—I haven’t read it yet, but I’ve added it to my list. The title is “Depression Hates a Moving Target.” What a powerful title! It hits hard, and it’s so true. Growing up, I had anxiety issues. I was constantly restless and lived in a general state of fear, nothing specific but just an underlying unease. I remember my parents giving me small household tasks in the evenings, like dusting or sweeping or folding clothes. At first, I hated it. It felt boring and I never wanted to do it. (Not doing was not an option back then L ) I would begin with hesitation, but soon I’d feel something shift inside me. My heart became lighter. I realized these cleaning activities weren’t just about tidying the house, they were clearing something within me too. Since these tasks didn’t require much thinking, my body moved on autopilot while my mind processed my thoughts and emotions. The simple movement helped me work through what I was feeling. I often ended up reflec...