I am nearly sixty-three (amazingly old according to my three-year-old grandson), but I have three things that work like magic. They take me away from myself, and if you have certain mental illnesses, you understand a mind-silencing moment is golden.
Writing is the first spell cast on my life. I sit down, thinking I have nothing to write about.
I will start revising what I worked on in my last session, and the next thing I know, hours have passed, and words have shown up on the screen.
It feels like magic.
The same thing happens when I code. I dig into a problem, stringing together syntax that eventually spits out what I am trying to do. Nothing else passes my mind in that place of computer time.
There is the last thing that ties those together. I put on my walking shoes, air buds, and head out around the neighborhood.
Wandering around, not thinking about anything in particular, but thinking about a whole lot.
All of these outlets are also magical elixirs for other parts of my life. Salves that soothe my anxiety, giving it all a place to be, so I can just be. Maybe I’m not losing myself. as much as I’m finding it.
Remain Lost 
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