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i am not recovering

i am alive

i am not strong

i am alive

i am not hopeful

i am alive

i am not trying

i am alive

i am not trauma

i am alive

i am not ptsd

i am alive

i am not bipolar

i am alive

i am not giving up

i am alive

i am alive

i am alive

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today i came across these beautiful guideposts to wholehearted living, written by dr. brené brown in her book daring greatly: how the courage to be vulnerable changes the way we live, love, parent and lead. i was so inspired that i created the below image – as a reminder that i can let go of old ways of thinking and acting. and that cultivating new traits, skills and mindsets is possible for all of us. we can shift and we can grow, as challenging as that process may be.

i hope you connect with these words as much as i did. feel free to share the image on social media or event print it out and hang it up somewhere you can see it often.

love and hope to each one of you,
amy

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if you were me
if you were me
and if i were writing this for you

i would acknowledge your pain. i would honor your anger. i would validate where you are. i wouldn’t expect you to be anywhere else, be farther along, be better more quickly. i wouldn’t compare your life to anyone else’s, weighing your value or meaning or success against theirs. i would say i hear you when you spoke and i wouldn’t give you easy answers. because i would know that those wouldn’t help and that you wouldn’t connect. i would know how hard it is and i would listen, listen and listen some more.

i would tell you that it’s not your fault. that mental illness isn’t the result of something you did or didn’t do. it just is. sometimes it’s better and sometimes it’s worse. and for all of the learning and trying and and owning your story you still have it. and it’s ok. you can’t always see it coming before it knocks you down. that’s the nature of the beast.

i would tell you that it all matters. how hard you tried and are trying still. that your writing, your speaking, your advocacy means just as much during this relapse as they did in the best moments of recovery. that the ups and downs and in betweens are all part of your journey. that healing isn’t linear. that it’s ok to share that you are struggling. because that’s what makes it real for you and for everyone else.

i would tell you that i understand not wanting to try anymore. that fighting through the first recovery and through a lifetime of mental illness makes this seem like too much. too high of a mountain to climb, too wide of a river to cross. i would tell you that i get it and that you deserve a break. time to heal. time to be in the present moment, not one day or week or month or year ahead. i would tell you that you are allowed to rest, that the break is part of trying.

and i would tell you that you can do this. that yes you have the strength. yes you have the courage. yes you have the support. you can stand up and take another step. i would tell you that you have come too far to stop walking now. every day that you survive is proof that you can make it, as difficult as each day may be. you are not cursed, you are not broken, you are not finished.

i would tell you that who you are, where you are, right now is enough. that you are worthy of life and love and hope. today and always. no matter what.

if you were me
if you were me
and if i were writing this for you.

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summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends

ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when september ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what i lost
wake me up when september ends

summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends

like my father’s come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends

-greenday (michael pritchard / frank e. / Iii wright / billie joe armstrong)

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the fear is here
it’s all around
it’s in the air i breathe
it looks back at me in the mirror
it is sitting on my shoulder, clawing at my back
weighing me down
it shifts the ground beneath my feet
the world is swirling around me

my thoughts are skewed, extreme and dark
nothing turns out well in my mind
my perspective is set on fast forward
launching me towards the worst case scenario
making me feel broken and insane

and i have to try so very hard
again and again and again
to slow it down
to pause the swirling breathless darkness
and come back to the present moment
and radically accept
that the fear is here, it’s all around
and that i can do it anyway

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