This quote is on the money.
I do believe that the term "self care" is often perceived to be unicorns and cinnamon rolls at our dispense.
Like, the greatest of all greats.
It's not.
It's really not.
There are parts of it that are comforting and that physically feel good.
There are parts of it where our soul truly feels fed and enveloped with peace and abundance.
But, there are really hard parts about self care as well.
Those are no less self care than the really tough, treacherous parts.
My path into recovery from addiction and my counseling through enormous holes in my soul began very painfully.
Physically painful.
Mentally painful.
Emotionally disastrous.
That is kind of the point.
Without those feelings, we would never know comfort and peace and abundance.
We would never recognize that feeling when our soul, our spirit, feels full of goodness.
It has not yet felt like a high road to me... well maybe it has...
Since the stroke, altitude is not my friend.
I get altitude sickness quickly.
I vomit and vomit and vomit at high altitude and windy roads.
So, in that case - it has felt just like that.
But, it has certainly felt like an unprotected fall into unforgiving darkness.
Confusion.
Shock.
Shame.
Disappointment.
Fear.
Anger.
Sadness.
Exhaustion.
I still have not found the song that sings me home.
That is because my recovery is not over.
In fact, it is far from over.
It is just beginning.
We are ALL still on training wheels.
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