Putting the fun back in dysfunctional.
Acts of Self-Forgiveness
When I was fifteen my parents split up. Finally.
That September, my dad took my brother and I to one of those crash em amateur car races. It was a cold day, and the cold got into my bones and made my knees and elbows ache.
The pain didn’t subside for ten years.
They tested me for arthritis. I exercised, I relaxed, I did heat, I did cold. Yoga helped a great deal, but only for a few hours. I only took pain killers on really bad days.
So how did I get rid of the pain?
Self-forgiveness and self-acceptance.
*takes a deep breath*
I used to self-harm. I didn’t know how to deal with stress or negative emotions. I didn’t fit in at my high school. I didn’t like myself.
I had to forgive myself for a lot of injury I did to myself. I had to accept that I had done the best I could. I had to learn how to deal with my emotions (this is a work in progress).
I decided today I want to make some art work for the wall that says “This life is a work in progress.” Because I feel like I am just reaching my grown up stage. At age 30, it’s all coming together for me.
What age did you feel like you’d become a grown up? What parts of your life feel like a work in progress?