Swearing inside my head

This morning I am silently cursing the breakfast that stares me down. The breakfast that is one peach slice smaller than intended because of the panic in my head.

Yesterday I silently cursed my own body. The way it bruises too easily. The way it left evidence of the anxiety that I took out on it.

I long for complete healing. To never ever have days and moments of completely overwhelming anxiety that makes eating hard and self harm easy. But since this is a journey not a destination, I will press on thankful that I am further on my journey than I was a year ago.

a note to the wounded

Wonded One,

Keep fighting.  Keep pressing on.  Keep getting out of bed when it feels like you can't.  We need you.  We love you.  You are not alone.  And remeber when you feel like you have failed that three steps forward and two steps back is still one step closer to your destination than when you started.  You can do this, WE can do this, together we will fight and together we will stand and together we will overcome the demons in our heads.

Much love,
Dawn