Practice this new season/new month mantra with me. We can approach this season together.
“With every step I take I allow myself grace and compassion. I listen to my intuition and I take my time. I’m patient with myself and I protect my heart as I navigate the next season of my life. I remind myself that I am safe as I continue to succeed. I am ready.”
I made this and put it on my wall as a reminder that all of me is free.
I am not trapped to the confines of expectations. I am not obligated to hide my words as to adjust to the comfort of others. I am free from the limiting and ruminating thoughts. I am free to make my own decisions. I am free to be myself in every way. I exude excitement to share my interests and what makes me who I am. I am present. I hold space. My voice matters. I have good ideas. I do what’s best for me. I give myself permission to be free.
-Bad days don’t make you weak. -Struggling with your mental health does not make you weak. -Flare-ups or breakouts from conditions or illnesses does not make you weak. -Feeling overwhelmed does not make you weak. -Feeling angry, frustrated, guilty, lonely, hopeless or ashamed does not make you weak. -Mistakes don’t make you weak. -Exhaustion or overstimulation does not make you weak. -Having limits does not make you weak. -Taking breaks does not make you weak. -Changing your mind does not make you weak. -Having needs does not make you weak. -Sensitivities don’t make you weak.
The more I reflect, the more I realize how much energy it’s taking to process the grief that’s these past three years has weighed on my body, my heart, and my spirit. And even though I push past every time, I’m still tired.
Is anyone else like me? Where navigating the World is overwhelming some days. Where I try my best, but still it’s hard not to compare my life to others. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to live life as if I was another?
Where you asks the questions that don’t matter, but still blossom into ruminating thoughts. Like, will they accept me? Or, Can someone love me, too? Maybe, will I ever really feel free to be myself, 100% myself, without worrying that I’m too weird or different for the eyes that witness me? Perhaps it’s the sicknesses that plague my body that dictate my fate after all?
Who can love me, too? I ask myself as I wake up in an anxious puddle of sweat dripping down my burdened shoulders.
Maybe, just maybe it’s possible. The love. The acceptance. The bliss of freedom to be myself without fear.
I ask the universe to allow me that freedom. Right now, I manifest that freedom. I am free from the drought of shame, grief, and guit. I am worthy of the love I seek because it seeks me too. I am ready to receive.
I honor my body by taking breaks and prioritizing self care. I am gentle with myself and allow myself to feel and process what is happening around me. My needs are valid and I reflect on each moment as I see fit. I am beautiful and I accept every part of myself. I understand that I can’t control all that happens around me, but I can control my approach. I am the crafter and the creator. I love my body and I choose to put myself first.