My journey out of the darkness of depression. How I changed from not just surviving but thriving.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Ain't good at loving myself
Purpose Fairy is a favorite of mine on Facebook. She posts a lot of thought provoking images and quotes. One I saved has a picture of a big jar that has a spigot that is almost empty but the cups keep coming to be filled up. "If you aren't good at loving yourself, you will have a difficult time loving anyone, since you'll resent the time and energy you give another person that you aren't even giving to yourself. ~Barbara De Angelis
If this had been the first time I read something like this I probably would have hit like and moved on. But this hit a painful spot for me that KavinCoach had first showed me it was there. He asked me, "If you don't love yourself, how are you going to love anyone else?" I shut down completely when he asked me the first time. I felt like a fraud and terribly exposed and miserable. Felt like he was kicking me when I was down. Fortunately, I worked with him long enough to know that is not his style. He was attempting to break through a crust shell of self hatred that was a legacy left from the pedophile blaming me for harm that he had done. A child is not to clear in realizing who is responsible for actions. As an adult I needed to review how I felt about myself. Before integration, I joked that I was run by a committee that hated each other. KavinCoach took me on an odyssey of learning to love myself. Some days it is really slow going. Sunday I noticed for the first time in my memory that I didn't have to pass out when I was sick to stay down. Yup. We had company last Sunday and I was sick. I stayed in my robe and didn't jump up and make a meal. It was different. I realized somewhere along the way that I am worth taking care of. I enjoy doing things for my family and it is ok to do things for me. Resentment dogged me through the years, recognizing the source I can cut off the supply that feeds it. I was feeding my own resentment. This is a long time coming. Sometimes looking into my own soul is spooky but learning to love my own soul I no longer feel afraid.
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