Radical Acceptance: Shattered & Joyful
I can’t “choose happiness,” but I can invite it.
I can’t “choose happiness,” but I can invite it.
To keep letting each new day greet you even when you feel like you have nothing to offer it is not insignificant.
The truth rings clear: my body needs rest.
Seeing a rainbow flag on the front desk of my therapy practice felt like a weight had been lifted.
I turned my pain into a quirky trait and a joke.
I thought I was broken somehow and there was no fixing it.
While most people have heard of the “fight or flight response,” many haven’t heard of the third automatic response: freezing.
I sincerely believed that my living, NOT my dying, was the selfish act.
When I got diagnosed I found it near impossible to look up to a “healthy” bipolar person because the media caters to clickbait moments...
Today had become the most unfamiliar of days for me.
I was struggling. I was pushing my body to its limits in a really unhealthy way.
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