I've been feeling better from the mono. Finally.
But now comes the challenge of learning to let life back in without over doing it. If I get a nap every day, I think I can do that.
But, that's not really what this post is about.
What is it about?
Well, when I sat down to write it, I discovered a partially written post from a few weeks ago. If just having a title counts as a partially written post, that is.
Okay, so I'm stalling. Because I'm not sure how to articulate, or where exactly I want to go.
The unwritten post was about an epiphany I had a few weeks ago while reading the account of Abraham being asked to sacrifice his son Isaac, in the bible. Not that I'm at all equating my experience with his, it got me thinking about sacrifice in my life.
I've been really angry these past few months as my health just continued to deteriorate. I felt like I was giving up more and more of the things (hobbies, activities, responsibilities) that make me me. Like I was completely losing (or sacrificing) my very self.
But, on the morning of the epiphany I realized that I wasn't losing myself at all. In reality, those were the things keeping me from knowing myself. Those were the things I did to try and gain approval and admiration of everyone. Including my Father in Heaven. Instead, I was so busy with them I allow myself the opportunity to feel my Father's love and approval for the me that I really am.
Does that make sense?
I don't know. But, I'm moving on.
Now that I've let go of so many things, I'm finally seeing progress. Well, I'm pretty sure my new medication is helping a ton, too. But, whatever the source, progress is happening.
- I don't care nearly as much (sometimes not at all) about what other people think.
- I'm not so hard on myself.
- I accept that I can't do it all
- I accept that I can't do it all by myself
- I accept that I can't do it all perfectly
- I not only know that I need others, but I'm loving it
- I have a couple friends that I trust fully and don't feel insecure with--meaning I can call on them for help and/or a listening ear, without feeling guilty that they'd rather be doing just about anything else and are only helping me because they are good people.
- I nap almost every day, even though it means that sometimes my kids come home to a messy house and dinner is not amazing and sometimes even late.
- I don't hate myself for all of my mistakes and shortcomings.
- I know that my actions don't change my worth, for better or for worse
Those are probably the main points of progress.
And I'm proud of them.
The problem is, somewhere along the way, I developed some not so good habits when it comes to dealing with stress. And stress is kind of a natural part of life. And I'm kind of hypersensitive to it.
So, yesterday's therapy appointment was about creating a "First Aid Kit" to intervene when things start to get stressful, but before I get completely overwhelmed. It's basically a container full of things to help me break the stress train of thought. Like good quotes, an essential oil scent that always makes me feel better, songs I like, sudoku puzzles, or whatever else might get me back to a better state of mind.
I totally see the reason for this. And it makes sense. And I can see that it can help.
But, I'm still really angry about the fact that it's something I need. I just feel really stupid about it. There are a lot of reasons about this. But, when I tried to explain it to HH last night, I don't think he really understood.
So, it's probably just because I'm still struggling with denial.
I've been known to spend excessive time with denial a few times over the years.
So, there you have it.
Super short post, right?