i’m still deep in it, but have also come pretty far i think. saw this and realised what healing looks like for me right now is being able to have an awful morning / half a day and then being able to get up and pick up the day from there, instead of marking it as totalled and wallowing until the next one.
woke up at 4 and had a terrible traumatic relapse heavy morning from then, a real winding-back-8-months-of-progress day, and ive just got dressed and washed my face and brushed my teeth. going to eat some oranges now. it’s not much but it is progress, healing.
i can have days like that and not condemn it as wasted and conclude that i should figuratively just kill myself for the day. it’s self-compassion. in a very unconscious way but it is.
i dont have to do it perfect; i can have a real disaster however much of the day, and then let myself have it be nice once that’s over.
letting myself stand up instead of kicking while i’m already down.