I know, I know. It sounds completely depressing. But hear me out. Understanding that no one is coming to save you can actually be an eye-opening and empowering truth.
I’ll be honest, when I first realized this it sent me into a bit of a tailspin.
What about the doctors, the therapists, outside experts, and resources, like prescriptions? Surely one of them has the answers. Surely one of them could fix me and my life, right?
Nope.
Now the bruise is a visual reminder that “I made a mistake.” That I did something “wrong.” As a righty, the soreness sharply reminds me of this every time I grasp my pen to write something down or pick something up to complete my daily tasks. It’s easy to focus on this outcome of my miscalculated exit out of the house. If I do, it brings me straight back to incorrect thinking.
You see, I used to think there was something inherently wrong with me as if I was broken at birth. I always strived to do better, to be better, and to seek validation and approval for my efforts…
