Hello dear reader,
So yesterday I threw a pity-party. I didn’t plan it very well. There were no cutsie little sandwiches or fruity punch. Hell, I didn’t even dust! It doesn’t happen often, but when it’s one thing after another after another after – you get the idea – the explosion becomes inevitable. Nobody likes them, but everyone has them. The important part is what to do after the pity-party.
Is everything all better now? Not even close! Everything that hurt yesterday, still hurts today and I could add to the list.
But today I’m being compassionate and understanding. I think people are compassionate for the most part. They’re pretty understanding too. But boy are we hard on ourselves! If anyone else talked to me the way that I talk to me, I’d probably slap them. But not only do I listen to it, I start to believe it.
I said this blog was going to be about finding ways to have a life with chronic pain and illness. Personally, I think that needs to start by treating ourselves with compassion and love. I’m still in bed today, don’t have a lot of choice in that. But I’m not beating myself up about it. I’m not letting that ugliness that lives somewhere deep inside me (Am I the only one who has that?) tell me that I’m lazy or useless. I do have a choice in that.
I’d love to hear your thoughts about this. We can all learn from each other.
Until next time…