It finally went away with acceptance.
It went away when I quit fighting with it, but invited it to tag along.
It went away when I saved it a seat.
It went away when I invited it on an adventure.
It went away when I bought it a special treat.
It went away when I pushed it on a swing.
It went away when I gave it its own pillow.
It went away when I asked for help.
It went away when I took it to serve someone.
It went away when I offered it healthy food.
It went away when we did ketamine together.
It went away as we walked mile after mile.

It went away when I realized it wasn’t a problem, but a person to be loved.