Wednesday, October 14, 2009
You know those times where you put yourself in an impossible situation? Well, last night I refused to let myself be drawn into one of those situations. The old me would have been sucked right into a set of circumstances that would have be detrimental both emotionally as well as physically. The me who is now on a journey to health, stepped back from the whole scene and decided that it was a very bad idea to enter into the situation. That's what I call major progress! The act of taking care of myself mentally and physically is something I've been working on diligently for over a year. Since I have been the family whipping post for most of my life, refusing to even entertain thoughts of continuing the pattern both in the family and outside the family (yes it does set a pattern for all areas of your life) is a very big deal. My efforts to break life-long patterns such as this, flow into all aspects of my life from my exercise and eating habits to my self esteem and coping mechanisms as I work with stressful issues. Last night was exhibit A for my progress. I took myself out of a potentially explosive situation, involving physical and verbal abuse, by refusing to enter into it at all. That is called taking care of myself. I am worth protecting. I don't need to be beaten up by others. I am learning to protect myself. I can protect myself. I deserve to be treated with respect. I am worth loving. Let it begin with how I treat me.