The very thought of being good to myself was hard to swallow. I never used to let anyone in to help, because I'm a "tough skinned man." What a crock that is.
My dad hasn't been to see a doctor in 50 plus years. If I had done that (wait I'm not 50 ..yet) I wouldn't be sitting here this very moment.
I swallow my pride and take all the help I need. I cannot do this journey alone. I need guidance. I feel if I need help I'm gonna get some.
Rewarding myself for deeds well done is an important part of my recovery. Nothing fancy, maybe a cd,dvd or a good cut of beef or a rose plant.
It's easy to feel bad on days that affected my life. BUT! Enjoying days that are momentous is amazing. I'm coming up on a day that started my illness. I no longer get upset because of that day. I celebrate it. The date is April 4th. I will write about that day when it gets here.
Be good to yourselves. Seek help when needed. Give help. People helping people is what makes the world go 'round.
Live, love, laugh, learn, listen,
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