Forgiveness, Compassion, and Self-Injury
My shame will not survive.
My shame will not survive.
There is magic in life again, and my healing is a testament to it.
I think that having bipolar disorder has helped me be a better parent.
May is Mental Health Month. These statements are true, they are non-negotiable, they are Black and White.
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.
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