It’s Friday and it’s been one hell of a week. Maybe you feel the same?
Personal issues that have my heart feeling like a yo-yo? Check. Mercury retrograde getting me feeling a certain shade of yikes? Check. Sleep issues? Check.
I can’t help but feel like things are falling apart.
What do we do when things feel like they’re falling apart? I know what I used to do: Make a home in my pain. I felt the return of that act this morning. I was drafting a response to the awful response from the other party in a lawsuit I’m in the midst of when I felt a familiar sort of uncomfortable radiating from my stomach.
It felt constricting, and immediately took away my desire to eat or drink, and yet, I kinda liked it.
It made me feel shaky and sick like I wanted to throw up, yet still, I kinda liked it.
It was volatile, and wavered with intensity depending on the tone of the words I either typed or erased in the document I felt consumed with populating.
To be blunt, it felt fucking terrible, yet still, I kinda liked it.
So I asked myself the obvious: “Why do you like this? Why are you continuing to do this, even though it is causing you to suffer? What is happening here?”
I didn’t wait for an answer or try to diagnose it. I just stopped typing and the feeling went away. And when the idea came up that I should continue to type, the feeling returned.
“Not like this,” I said to myself, though the words didn’t seem to come from me.
I realized then that I was so very, very tired of trying so hard at things that caused me so much emotional turmoil. I was tired of digging my own emotional grave, and I wanted to continue my commitment to doing things differently.
Different to me means not causing myself harm; it means being unwaveringly kind to myself, no matter how other people might treat me. Choosing to take this path dictates that whatever brings me the opposite of that pit of dread responding to an essay of lies and personal attacks initiated is where I need to go.
So I erased the parts of the letter that were harsh, and replaced them with words that were lighter and more loving. And yes – I sent love to the person who tried to minimize me with misogyny.
This is a moment if there ever was a moment; This is profound; This Oprah “aha” worthy.
I am very, very proud of who I am and the strength I have uncovered through my research and my commitment to doing things differently. Every step I’ve taken has allowed me to witness my pain, instead of allowing pain to run my show.
I make the choices now – Not pain, and not other people who are in pain, either.
I am so very grateful for my capacity to forgive, even in the face of unwavering efforts to minimize me. And yes, this week has had some challenges – the last two weeks, really – but it’s all worth it because of this moment, and my capacity to sift the good from the unsavory.
That said, I truly care about all of you. I don’t need to know you personally to wish you well and remind you with my whole heart how important it is that no matter what you do this weekend, you be loving to yourself.
In the face of confusion or feeling like things are falling apart, self-kindness is the answer.
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