My Own Worst Enemy

It's true. You are not your own best friend. You should be, but you're not. Neither am I, so you shouldn't feel that bad. But, we should work on changing the relationship we have with ourselves because it's vital to our happiness and our survival.

Today, my sister-in-law gave me one of the greatest gifts, she gave me permission to breathe. Thank you, Sarah, for sending me to the shower to sit in the tub with hot water beating against my body while Max napped and telling me to just breathe. Don't think. Don't judge. Don't suggest. Don't ask. Don't hope. Don't share. Just sit, breathe, visualize, and listen. I did, and something amazing happened. Answers to questions I've been asking for many, many months were shared in a few short moments. I was able to finally relax, to let go, and go forward with some direction. I feel more at peace at this moment than I have in a long time.

Why are we so hard on ourselves? Why do we expect perfection all the time and when we fall short, instead of being supportive and encouraging, as we would a friend, we punish, we condemn, we refuse to forgive? It's not a healthy or loving way to communicate with our self, and I vow to change it so that I can continue growing, loving, and supporting myself, my family, and my friends.

I'm tired of being my own worst enemy. It's time I start caring about and caring for the person I spend the most time with, me.