I’ve had a few hard weeks. Sleep has been hard. My knee is kinda a wreck. I see hurting people everywhere and I hate that. I want the world to be healthier and happier. But sigh… it’s a naive hope.
It wasn’t too long ago though that I couldn’t see past my own pains. My own heartaches. My own traumas. I was too busy trying to stay alive not because the world was trying to kill me but because mental illness was.
I used to hit walls when I hurt. Burn myself. Drink too much. Take too much NyQuil. When I got sober I became healthier, steadier, calmer, more balanced. I say more because getting sober was just a first step.
I had worries and fears from unresolved traumas I didn’t even know I still had. Therapy helped. Writing helped. Finding new buddies helped.
Another thing that helped was giving myself the grace that I so freely give to other people.
Grace.
Courteous goodwill as a daily practice isn’t as easy as it sounds. Because consequences don’t always allow for it. But we can try. I think.
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Hi Hasty 🙂
naive is not bad — like IDK what happened to your knee. Not bad, not good, just the way it is.
🙂 Norbert
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A valuable practice, for sure, and with practice, it gets easier.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Practicing a kindness
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How does oneself give ,uh, one’s self grace?
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Carefully? Is my grammar wrong? Lol
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Lol, idk. I was just curious.
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I just realized I didn’t use oneself and totally thought I used it wrong because I seem to always get the self words wrong. And well to answer your question I think patience is one way. Giving yourself the understanding you’d give another when mistakes are made. By realizing we are all complicated and ya know stuff. Miss you. Hope all is well on the twindaddy front.
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