Finding Comfort
After two years of intense therapy, I find myself down and confused but with a much greater understanding of why I suffer from anxiety and depression. Reading relevant books has also informed me of what I am dealing with and how to change but there remains a danger of overwhelming myself with ideas. So, what do I know that I didn’t two years ago? Sunday morning and I am safe. I am in my own home and am financially secure. Nothing can hurt me or make me ill. I am safe . I am not obliged to do anything, and I can accept my past with the knowledge that I now understand the journey I have been on. I can begin to heal the wounds I have recently discovered and for so long suppressed . I Am Safe. I can begin to show bravery differently. I don’t need to pretend. I can just be myself and do as I wish. I have nothing to prove. I can tell myself that I’m OK and believe it. I don't have to fight my illness. I AM SAFE. For so long I have felt alone but I can change this. I miss my fami