Wednesday, October 23, 2013
So I used to be someone that didn't believe so much in prayer. Then I found a spiritual home, not a church, but a spiritual home.
I had the honor and privilege of working at a shelter on the Crow Creek reservation for two years. I'm back home again now, at a shelter where I'm the director, but I digress. The women I worked with and for helped me learn so much about myself. They helped me learn about prayer and the power of it.
I pray to the Creator. I believe in leading the best life I can and doing good to all people and creatures.
Last night when I smudged (burning sage and praying) a lot of pain was lifted from me. My heart hurts sometimes from the weight of my work. That hurt leads to anxiety. That anxiety leads to eating. Food is the most abused anxiety drug after all. When that pain is gone I don't eat.
Of course the 35 minutes on the elliptical didn't hurt either, man those endorphins rock.
Point being, even if you don't believe in God, whoever or whatever you believe in, let them lift some of that pain from you. Most of us that have food issues have pain in some form from a trauma or traumas that we have experienced.
Have some faith in yourself too. When you have a bad, anxiety ridden day, know that tomorrow will be better and you can get through today.