Self care right now is curling up with my weighted blanket and letting myself grieve. Grief is so much bigger than me today. Sure, I wish I was doing this in my therapists office. It’s generally safer and having physical support is such a huge piece to my recovery. But I cannot hold on to it any longer. If I’m going to survive, I have to at least try to let it go, right now.
In peaceful acceptance
My body and my brain are not working together and I have to let my body know I hear you, it’s ok. Even just merely attempt, so I can not go looking for ways later when I can’t stand it anymore, to accidentally cut my brain off from my body permanently.