We have been meeting Thursdays, as you know, for our workshop. Every meeting takes me by surprise by how well it goes, which may be a bad sign but that’s just how my nerves go – setting me up for some denuding catastrophe. I don’t think Billy Graham or Martin Luther King had that problem. Even so, pressing forward, I and the rest of the group have done the hard work to get ourselves there – and the inherent energy and brilliance natural to being good to oneself did the rest.
One of the attendees spoke for a couple minutes and I thought you might want to know what her prompt notes looked like. This woman is one of the courageous. She has been victimized horribly but she is not a victim. She has chosen freedom.
I WAS ASKED WHAT IT MEANS TO ME TO BE A FRIEND TO MYSELF
- Had no idea
- hadn’t thought about changes made in my life as if in doing them I was “being a friend to myself”
- Only have learned what I need to do to stay emotionally healthy and balanced
- Some of these things cannot be compromised and yes, I do catch flak occasionally, but as I stand my ground it becomes less frequent
- Friday group with friends
- Aftercare group once a month
- Meds (acceptance, cooperation with dr)
- Saying “No”
- Responsible for only me
- Reaching out (for myself and for others)/ Connecting
- Recognizing when I need help
- Faith (new)
- Setting boundaries
- Therapy as necessary
Starts and Ends with Me
- Don’t give power over myself to anyone else
- Always have a choice, yes or no, but consequences go along with each choice
Awareness of situations and circumstances that are unfriendly to me
- Drama: the friendly action => minimize exposure
- Confrontation: When it came to Tall Poppies, I wanted to rip out at roots and crush into ground;
- can’t allow myself to get to that point;
- wait until not angry or just let it go;
- use insight to figure out other person’s angle or underlying issue
My employment:
- loved it
- my identity
- first priority in life
- many years of discussions about it killing me and need to give it up but wouldn’t at any cost
- after truck crash, priorities changed
- few more years passed and realized time to give it up
- still miss it very much but cost to my overall well-being is too high
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- Aftercare (hispurpleorchid.wordpress.com)