Our thoughts. They don’t choose us. We choose them.
Living with chronic illnesses and the secondary depression and anxiety disorders that came along with, I’ve often been caught up in my thoughts, emotions.
Today is a day that if I’m not mindful and aware that I could end up caught in one of those emotional traps.
Physical pain is debilitating. The inability to stand from a seated position without severity is overwhelming. I need my legs and feet to lift my back and I need my back to get to my feet.
Negative thoughts try to take advantage of my well-being.
I’m not trying hard enough, I’m not doing enough, I’m a failure. Guilt.
As I said, “try”. They are trying to, but I cannot allow them to. I’m in control.
It’s not true. I’m neither of those. The devil is a lie.
I couldn’t make our dinner yesterday, my husband did it for us.
Today is worse than yesterday. I don’t want him to go to work each day and then come home and feed us. It’s the one thing I do regularly. We don’t do take out, perhaps twice a year at best,, nearly everything here has to be prepared, cooked and served. That keeps me busy.
Did I mention my best friend? The Crockpot?
I got our food into the crockpot earlier. My main goal achieved. If I’m not able to serve it this evening, at least it’ll be ready for my husband to plate.
Team work! Attitude of gratitude.
When a negative thought sneaks in, I immediately replace it with a good one. This doesn’t do anything to relieve the physical, yet it does help to not fall into a major depressive episode and steer clear of suicidal ideation. So far, so good.
It’s a way for me to get by.
Stronger Than Pain