Those who self-harm are often trying to cope with a deep pain they feel they don’t have the resources to cope with otherwise.
I see now my brother’s struggle began long before he ever took that first sip of alcohol.
Thank you for fighting for me. Thank you for holding on when I was begging you to let go. Thank you for having faith in me despite all that you’ve been through. I’m so sorry.
It was about Tom.
Becoming the best involves transcending guidelines and following your instinct.
If you’re fine being tired, stressed, and sub-optimal, don’t worry about recovery. Continue to focus on quantity over quality.
Sadness, and all the other negative reactions we may be having, is a sign of imbalance which is an opportunity to grow and growing is what we are meant to be doing.
This isn’t about what’s fair. It’s about what we can afford. And we can’t afford to pretend it’s fine that everything we do or think is somehow wrong. We can’t afford to act like it’s okay that “Girls can do anything!” got translated somewhere along the line into “Women must do everything.” We can’t afford to live lives we have to fool our own central nervous systems into tolerating.
Learning to live with myself, void of substances, is exhausting.
The window is large now, almost comically so.