“Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising every time we fall.” ~ Confucius
(This post is the eighth in a series of my story, an exploration PTSD, art and healing.)
So the greatest glory is not in never failing; it is in rising again.
This was a hard lesson to learn, when time after time, I made the same mistakes.
A little voice in my head often tempted me:
“Oh, go ahead. You’re doing great. You don’t need to watch what you eat – it’s a holiday. Enjoy. You don’t need that tiny pill any more – nah, don’t check with your doc. And just maybe you don’t need to see that therapist any longer. Nah, you’re doing fine.Just fine.”
Now that I’m in a better space, I nix those crazy ideas immediately. Those ideas are the crazy ideas. They send out red alerts for me. Only a few years ago, I’d get caught in the trap again. I’d believe them. I’d eat poorly balanced meals, or stop eating altogether. I wouldn’t listen to my body signals, all those SOS alerts. Eventually I’d crash and then wonder why.
“Every day, think as you wake up today I am fortunate to be alive.
I have a precious human life, I am not going to waste it.” ~ Dalai Lama
One of the ways I learned to not waste even one precious day is to follow a regimen of extreme self-care.
Taking care of my body, my mind and my spirit is my first priority. Like the attendant who reminds all flight passengers to put their oxygen mask on first, I take care of myself so I am in a position to do my work, create art, help others.
Some days are easier than others, but each day is a gift.
Each morning is an opportunity to watch the sun rise and give thanks for another day.
This is a re-post the 11-part series I ran in January 2013 on PTSD, art and healing. I believe the story too important to not be retold, in the hope that my experiences will inspire others on their journeys.