Practicing self-care does not come easy to me. I am used to making sure everything gets done that needs doing, putting my family's needs first and not asking for help. But these past two weeks have taught me that self-care is a good thing.
I have had no choice but to ask for help. It is a humbling position to be in. Help with my home. Help with grocery shopping. Help with lifting things I am not yet allowed to lift.
I am learning to sleep when tired, eat when hungry, and to set boundaries. No longer do I allow others to mistreat or disrespect me. Good food is nourishing to both the body and the spirit. You can't be strong if you are eating poorly. Sleep is essential in recovery. A warm shower also helps to lift the spirits.
A clean and pretty home is practicing self-care. We deserve homes that bring us comfort and are a haven. I haven't been able to do much in the way of home-keeping, but I keep the dishes washed up, clear flat surfaces and do the laundry. Those go a long way in helping keep me sane.
Instead of fighting against what is, I accept it and am trying to make the best of it. A stack of books to read, writing in my journal, watching movies, and giving attention to my children and fur-babies are helping keep me occupied.
I am learning my lessons well.