Just getting started on a to-do list is intimidating. Shouldn't I work up to that bigger goal with smaller, ego-boosting tasks? Instead of completing one or two jobs first, am I going to work on bits of every project to avoid focusing or prioritizing? Lots of me nodding and confessing "That's me!" throughout. I needed those reminders. Thank you, Tara.
I had this same cry to my partner last week. It was gross to witness, I'm sure, but it felt so vulnerable yet true to say "I've been saying and acting like I'm okay, but I don't actually feel okay." We do push ourselves too hard, for too long sometimes. Asking for help feels really hard because does the person have space to help me?? Am I being a burden?? But if you're with the right people, you aren't. and sometimes the ideas come to you in the outpour of emotions of exactly what would be helpful. We can't do it all, but we can be nice to ourselves as we carry everything already on our plates.
I love this, Dreya! Beautiful!!! And also - we can trust the people around us to have good boundaries - if they can't handle it - they CAN speak up and tell us. We don't need to manage their emotions ahead of time!
hello fellow sufferer(s): even as I write this I feel guilty for not dropping the rope sooner tonight—isn’t this where disease takes us—every. F*cking. Time? The results outside of myself are out of my control and none of my business and I am choking on the letters of this stale fact. Out of my control. WTAF? If I try harder or accept false guilt—won’t it change SOMETHING? The answer is still “No”. Getting a sandwich, journaling for my next therapy visit and going the f*ck to bed is the only way. Shame is the termite that eats away all the progress I have built upon spiritual growth and hard work. Healing takes time; but all my mind and body wants to do is WORK HARDER. We are not robots, no matter what our minds confess to us on empty stomaches and overwhelmed days of a week. F*ck no you are not alone in this shit storm, T$! Lets seek shelter and pray tomorrow will give is fresh eyes to strain on laptop screens and small wonders! ❤️🩹
As I tell myself,”You need one more YOU to help out.” (Sad but true) I wish I could cry like that and let it out plus, girl, you have a boyfriend - do you know how hard that is in this day and age?!?!?!
Practice you gratitude. You’ve got this and we’re also excited to see the results. Oh, no presh. 🤣
This has been my favorite newsletter so far - love the bright spot list! My bright spots this week - took time off work, spending QT with friends, and I bought myself an illustrated green witch book which felt completely frivolous but really spoke to me.
The expectation that we handle everything ourselves and always look relaxed and like we’re doing great—instead of just being honest about how we really are and maybe even sometimes accepting help—is one of the things I deeply hate about the Bay Area (and our whole country, obvs).
I feel this—-all of this. So glad you were able to take a breath.
thank you friend!
Just getting started on a to-do list is intimidating. Shouldn't I work up to that bigger goal with smaller, ego-boosting tasks? Instead of completing one or two jobs first, am I going to work on bits of every project to avoid focusing or prioritizing? Lots of me nodding and confessing "That's me!" throughout. I needed those reminders. Thank you, Tara.
My pleasure! Thank you for being here. And YES, breaking things down always makes them easier!
I had this same cry to my partner last week. It was gross to witness, I'm sure, but it felt so vulnerable yet true to say "I've been saying and acting like I'm okay, but I don't actually feel okay." We do push ourselves too hard, for too long sometimes. Asking for help feels really hard because does the person have space to help me?? Am I being a burden?? But if you're with the right people, you aren't. and sometimes the ideas come to you in the outpour of emotions of exactly what would be helpful. We can't do it all, but we can be nice to ourselves as we carry everything already on our plates.
I love this, Dreya! Beautiful!!! And also - we can trust the people around us to have good boundaries - if they can't handle it - they CAN speak up and tell us. We don't need to manage their emotions ahead of time!
Ugh I feel all of this so hard. Things have been a challenge lately, feels good to know I’m not alone 💗
hello fellow sufferer(s): even as I write this I feel guilty for not dropping the rope sooner tonight—isn’t this where disease takes us—every. F*cking. Time? The results outside of myself are out of my control and none of my business and I am choking on the letters of this stale fact. Out of my control. WTAF? If I try harder or accept false guilt—won’t it change SOMETHING? The answer is still “No”. Getting a sandwich, journaling for my next therapy visit and going the f*ck to bed is the only way. Shame is the termite that eats away all the progress I have built upon spiritual growth and hard work. Healing takes time; but all my mind and body wants to do is WORK HARDER. We are not robots, no matter what our minds confess to us on empty stomaches and overwhelmed days of a week. F*ck no you are not alone in this shit storm, T$! Lets seek shelter and pray tomorrow will give is fresh eyes to strain on laptop screens and small wonders! ❤️🩹
As I tell myself,”You need one more YOU to help out.” (Sad but true) I wish I could cry like that and let it out plus, girl, you have a boyfriend - do you know how hard that is in this day and age?!?!?!
Practice you gratitude. You’ve got this and we’re also excited to see the results. Oh, no presh. 🤣
This has been my favorite newsletter so far - love the bright spot list! My bright spots this week - took time off work, spending QT with friends, and I bought myself an illustrated green witch book which felt completely frivolous but really spoke to me.
My comment made the post! I am in tears of gratitude 🥹😘
The expectation that we handle everything ourselves and always look relaxed and like we’re doing great—instead of just being honest about how we really are and maybe even sometimes accepting help—is one of the things I deeply hate about the Bay Area (and our whole country, obvs).