I Owe It To Me
The journey was incredible, challenging, nerve racking, enlightening and something I HAD TO DO. However, it became a burden, it became something that started defining me, it became a challenge to feel healthy while always talking about my unhealthy bits. The groups I joined quite frankly scared me, the people didn’t, but the beliefs in myself that started to develop became unhealthy. I started convincing myself that I was sicker and lonelier than I truly was. I started missing my good parts, my happy, my energetic, my loving self that seemed to be lost in the shuffle. I took a break. I took a much needed breather from the day to day, from the constant scrutiny of my bad bits and from the continual focusing on the broken parts. For the past 6 months I have not dedicated one moment of time to self improvement, rather to living. It was refreshing and it was needed. It made me put into practice what I had learned about myself and it made me focus on the good, fun, happy parts again. I lived life for a while and I was content to just be. There were no challenges that were too great, no fears that were too strong and no worries that I couldn’t logically and emotionally navigate.
But, as with all illnesses, one must always manage their health. One must always have their finger on the pulse of where they are at, where they want to be and what they need to do to get there. This summer has been rough. Work has worn me down, taken my energy and sucked me right out of my happy place. My personal life has been crazy busy, with a toddler to negotiate with, blending families, learning buttons, breathing deep and trying to stay in emotional control. Needless to say, I have lost myself. I have not been lost to worst depths of me, to the person I don’t ever want to be again. But, I have lost myself to the co-dependent who worries, who fears, who makes crazy, who investigates, who stops eating, who is scared to say the wrong thing, who will do anything to make others feel safe. I have lost myself to the person who puts others first and therefore sabotages what is good, through fear and anxiety.
It is time. It is time for me to visit my therapist again. To refocus my energy on my health. Refocus on having two strong emotional feet to stand on. I know this much, no decision made right now will be made from an emotionally sound place, therefore no decision will be the right decision. No decisions will be made with my health and happiness in mind. I will either be hanging on for too long due to fear or I will be letting go too soon due to frustration. I owe this to myself, I owe myself the right to stand on two emotionally happy and healthy feet and live. I owe it to Avery to have confidence in my heart and peace in my head. I owe it to those I love to navigate our relationship from an honest place, a place where healthy energy is expended and love exists. I owe it myself to be the best me I can be, to be the me I want to be, to love myself enough to take care of myself. It is time.
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