I always wanted to journal, but I had great difficulty keeping up the habit. I would find myself writing journals only to give it up days later. If I was going to journal, I wanted a complete and accurate picture of my day-to-day life. It had to be perfect. All or nothing. If I stopped journaling and came back to in days, months, or years later I would rip the old page out. Now, I’ve come to appreciate many other forms of writing that are better suited for my needs.
Over the years I’ve come to realize there’s a major difference between selfcare as an emergency service and proactive selfcare. When I’m at my best, I’m caring for myself before I need to. When I’m at my worst I’m depleted, and I find life very difficult—which certainly includes… Click on the picture to read more
I’ve spent many hours trying to understand my emotions. As a child, I learned that being angry was easier than being sad. If I was angry, I didn’t need to feel bad about myself. Anger filled me with entitlement while sadness filled me with, well, sadness….Click the picture to read more