I realize that there are a bunch of lies I tell myself to function and if I admit they're lies I'll lose what little motivation I have; if I never admit to them and face reality, I'll never make progress.
I realize I have no idea what to do about this or how to proceed, but that's okay, I'm fine.
I realize I am in a lot of pain...emotional physical even mental frustration...and this is why T is compassionate. I need to stop powering through pain. I need to feel pain let it out/go. Relax.
Ahhhh, I realize that I have made a lot of progress but that I am allowing others to take advantage of my good nature and I need to place firm boundaries with loved ones.
I realize that even though I am breaking the chains of abuse in my family lineage that my children will carry the scars and re-enact the codependent/abuse dynamic in their own way for their own mind-body to work out. But hopefully I can be present for them so it won’t take as much time and will be less confusing for them.
I realize I try to be brave but I know I'm not and will likely cave when I am scared. I am a scared little girl in a bigger body, and I don't see how that will ever change.