What parts of your story do you tip toe around, hide or edit? We all do this to some degree. It may be shame, guilt or fear of being judged that keeps us quiet. Sharing my story including the hardest parts not only helps me heal, but allows me to share hope, show others that recovery is possible and decrease stigma.

“God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.” I didn’t embrace these words and live by them until I found recovery. Living in balance with boundaries is possible, but not always easy.  I can’t change people, places or things, no matter how hard I try or might love them.

I didn’t know the word “hypervigilance” when I was four and anxiously looked out my bedroom window at night. My dad was out there, somewhere.  I thought if I watched and wished and prayed, I could make my dad come home. Sometimes it worked. This is where I believe my anxiety began. 

Valentines Day has never been my favorite holiday.  Old me thought: this is just a made-up, commercial holiday, right? You “have to” buy flowers, a card, chocolates and go to an over-priced dinner? Failure to do those things means you are a selfish jerk. This negative view doesn’t feel like me anymore. Time to REFRAME Valentines Day for myself.