watch for all that beauty reflecting from you.
and sing a love song to your existence.
~rumi
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i can not guarantee that i will open with such a positve quote each time i write. but today, i have commited to being grateful for and mindful of the things AROUND me. focusing so much energy on trying to FEEL better is exhausting and at times futile. doing *nothing* is not only an option but can be THE VERY option that will bring about more peace. sitting with m-y-s-e-l-f is a new and uncomfortable skill that i am vowing to practice.
update:
the most recent event to have brought about so much growing and learning happened last night. i collapsed at 6:30 pm with the intent of taking a nap after such an exhausting day. 12 1/2 hours later, i awoke. yep. crazy, right? i feel..... differently today. still burdened with the weight of trying to survive myself, it just feels... um... lighter today. i continue to marvel at the healing powers of sleep and.... [i hate admitting this]..... food.
my time in treatment is coming to a quick close. i *graduated* last week....and asked for five more days. this friday will end my time here.
going from ALL to NOTHING will be a monumental transition. for all the resisting i have participated in during treatment, i have come to respect and need this sacred place. trying to figure out how to take some of this home with me is problematic and seemingly impossible. i will be devasted without the daily moment-to-moment contact with my sisterhood. the emptiness from the lack of full-time support haunts me. fear is gaining momentum while sadness dominates.
but nothing lasts forever. i miss my family and my life. i look forward with great joy to be back in my home, to be a part of the daily movement of my family. holding on as tightly as i can, i plan and plan and plan in order to integrate treatment into my real life.
okay, i realize that i have just written a whole LOT of words that basically amount to nothing. flowery, coded language is such a safe smokescreen for me. blahhhhhh.
i am considering a blog----- blogging the journal of my recovery. censored on this site for obvious reasons, i want to unleash my painful and harsh truth.... i am always comforted knowing that i am *heard* but fear that my language and honesty will be more hurtful than helpful to the masses. i would be honored to know your opinion. recovery is a ****** necessary, yes- but ugly and painful and messy. hmmmmm... i feel that presently i would be comforted knowing that my suffering is a *part* of the process and that i am not alone... but at the same time, i do NOT want my story to scare others AWAY from the recovery process..... hmmmmm again.
thank you for reading. three days and counting....and i will embark on the most difficult aspect of recovery: on my own, outside of treatment, with only myself on which to rely--- will i be able to ask for what i need? will i be able to be honest? will i be able to make the CHOICES that i have now learned that i can make? uuuuugh. doubt is such a small five-letter word that is sooooooooo ominous and heavy.
namaste, my sisters....
xoxo