As in a hurry as I feel to get everything “right”, I think I’m not done resting. I think that impatience, that intolerance of imperfection led me to a real mess. What I do right now in my free time is not drink. Read. Go to the gym. Eat healthy food. Watch documentaries in bed. Snuggle with my dog. I am protecting myself still. Allowing space and time to recover from treating myself very badly for a few years. I think that’s ok. It’s still the first two months after 4, 5 years of being utterly sick in anxiety and alcohol. I have small victories every day. We’ll move on to bigger ones when I’m a bit more sturdy.
“And if I was a child and the child was enough, enough for me to love” 💜 Stevie Nicks gets me.