Over the last month, with the help of my therapist and a kick-ass book called 'Self-Compassion' by Kristin Neff, I have learned just how self destructive I truly am. When something goes wrong, I scold and berate myself in the nastiest ways possible, because I am clumsy, dumb, lazy, talentless, a failure and oh man the list goes on. This has been my way all my life, but never once have I stopped to question my aggressive approach.
Now that I have become aware of how I 'talk' to myself, I've been able to take a much gentler approach. I can stop the negative voice and in some cases salvage an otherwise blue day/evening/mood.
It is not easy, but if I can be kind to everybody else, then why not myself?
Try it, forgive yourself and remember that we all make mistakes. And without mistakes, we cannot learn.
A collection of thoughts and experiences from living with depression, anxiety and PTSD. It is a personal project that I hope offer some insight into what one or all of these invisible illnesses can do to a person.
It will be a bit gloomy in nature, but there will be good, happy, healing stuff as well.
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