I’ve had a rough few weeks. I experienced hypo-mania, which I haven’t had for quite a number of years. It was very uncomfortable. I’ve been recuperating. I’ve meditated quite a bit, and it helps enormously. It really does bring me a lot of healing energy.
My psychiatrist said something that made me pause. He told me not to be a hero. I wanted to return to a full schedule of work, and he pointed out the importance of taking time to heal.
I’ve been talking to myself a lot about what I’m experiencing. It’s a way of integrating the situation and allowing it to be what it is and then healing it. I realized I have many very great expectations of myself.
I made a decision.
I allow myself to be flawed. I allow myself to be perfectly human.
I do not need to change any more or to somehow develop and reach toward perfection. I get to be me with all my un-whole-ness.
I am living my life, and I will not apologize for my glorious humanity.
I am not perfect, and I am perfectly happy with that.