Before I ask you if you could relate, I want to explain what I meant.
I did everything that I was supposed to do except take care of myself. I went to work and came home and took care of my family. I gave so much of myself even when I knew I was being depleted. Why wouldn’t I? Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do? We’re supposed to be the backbone for someone else; we’re supposed to sacrifice for other people. Who cares how you feel as long as the person on the receiving end is happy.
When does your happiness begin to matter? When do you begin to count?
My essence is my inner happiness and peace, and when I tell you, I wished for death because it had to be better than my experience. I cried out so many times just for it to be over.
I never got my wish, but I got something better I found the ability to find my happiness even if that meant letting go of things and people that I thought would last forever.
I’ll ask again how many of you could relate? How many of you want more? How many of you need more but don’t know how to get there?
Allow me to show you my journey and how I found my happiness and learned how to conquer my fears.
You can find it here in my free ebook.
Favor over Fear: a guide to self-love
Soul's Purpose 
Exactly. Many societies were designed to be founded on action. There are monetary rewards for working yourself to death and social rewards for acting as if you are always doing great, and help with bills associated with the medical repercussions of living that way. There are no rewards for overcoming trauma, no paid “mental health” days at work and insurance pays for psychiatric services but not psychological services. It is up to us to care for ourselves.
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Exactly!! And allow each other the space to do so. Even if I can’t help you, I could leave you the freedom to do it independently. We have to come to a point where we support each other in all of the ugliness and doubt.
Could you imagine a world like that?
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