A letter to myself
Mar. 14th, 2013 11:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Hello, you.
I love you and I'm proud of you. You deserve it.
Well done for taking care of us. It's hard, but we've done it before and you can do it again. We're cheering you on.
Please try to remember that even when the stairs seem insurmountable (and when they are as nothing to getting out of bed), there are things you can do to make yourself feel better. I suggest: meditate (yes, you can do this while you're still in bed - that's allowed). Put on your nice dressing gown, the one that's like being given a hug (and say hello to the dinosaur for me). Have a shower. Get dressed in your clothes for taking on the world (no, don't look at me like that - you do have them, I promise. At the moment it's cargo shorts and your fuck-you jacket and your boots, but there's no reason it can't be corsetry or a suit). Put the kettle on. Put some food in your face. Find someone who loves you - they're around, and they want you to phone or text or call - and curl up with them on a sofa, or share some poetry, or give each other music recs, or talk about the book you just finished or pretty much anything else.
And these are suggestions: they're not orders, and they're not demands. But we've learned this enough times that it's worth trying to commit to memory, you know?
And even if you don't manage next time, or the time after, or you manage for a while and then you don't --
-- I love you anyway.
I love you and I'm proud of you. You deserve it.
Well done for taking care of us. It's hard, but we've done it before and you can do it again. We're cheering you on.
Please try to remember that even when the stairs seem insurmountable (and when they are as nothing to getting out of bed), there are things you can do to make yourself feel better. I suggest: meditate (yes, you can do this while you're still in bed - that's allowed). Put on your nice dressing gown, the one that's like being given a hug (and say hello to the dinosaur for me). Have a shower. Get dressed in your clothes for taking on the world (no, don't look at me like that - you do have them, I promise. At the moment it's cargo shorts and your fuck-you jacket and your boots, but there's no reason it can't be corsetry or a suit). Put the kettle on. Put some food in your face. Find someone who loves you - they're around, and they want you to phone or text or call - and curl up with them on a sofa, or share some poetry, or give each other music recs, or talk about the book you just finished or pretty much anything else.
And these are suggestions: they're not orders, and they're not demands. But we've learned this enough times that it's worth trying to commit to memory, you know?
And even if you don't manage next time, or the time after, or you manage for a while and then you don't --
-- I love you anyway.