I think the DSM is partly to blame for this, because when you walk into an office with a particular diagnosis, the treating professional makes all sorts of assumptions about you. They assume you're like every other person with that diagnosis and they forget to look at you as an INDIVIDUAL.
For the first time in a long time, I feel okay just being myself. I don't feel the need to impress other people or hide who I really am. I am who I am, and people can take it or leave it. My 'give a damn' is quite literally busted.
Accept. Slowly. Reluctantly. Hesitance settles down upon your shoulders. Fear and Doubt gnaw at your bones. One step at a time. Blind trust. A leap of faith. Release. Let Go. Struggling only tightens the reins. You belong in the world -- Flying. Soaring. No chains to tie you down. Free, At last. ©Jennifer Horton I'm... Continue Reading →
I'm talking about the power that enables you to walk through this world with confidence, with your head held high, secure in the belief that you belong. That force that enables you to take risks-- to take chances -- and to know with all your heart that, despite the outcome, you are good enough.
Historically, I'm a thinking person. I live in my head. I am not at all spontaneous, and when presented with a choice, I analyze the shit out of it before making a decision. If you'd asked me a couple of years ago what I thought about my body, I probably would have said, "I don't."... Continue Reading →