I'm quite big on self-care. It's something I try to fit into my life as often as I can, either through taking time to rest and do something I enjoy, or picking music that makes me smile while I do work that I can't get out of.
I've taken up meditation again, and started to try my hand at yoga, and my body feels less like a place I'm not welcome in.
But for all that, I'm not as stable as I usually think I am, not yet. I still get thrown off my small things, with a bad spell of dissociation last week because I spiralled into low self-worth being a noteworthy example. Self-care isn't something short term, it isn't a plan that solves everything. For me, it's a part of my routine, and I try to impliment it as much as possible.
A big part of my self-care is building an environment where I feel comfortable. For me, that's mostly my flat. I have a few cafes I feel safe in, one of which I really hope I get to work in, but predominantly I spend my time at home.
I surround myself with things that make me happy. Our table is right next to a wall full of One Direction photos, photos of the day I met Moony, the poem they wrote me, various items my sister sent me. We have a small collection of books - nothing like what I was forced to leave behind in Dorset - and roses that I got Moony last year because they'd mentioned wanting flowers.
This is my safe space, this is where I know who I am, and I know my true personality can shine through. Whenever I feel like I don't know who I'm supposed to be, I look around this flat, and I remember.
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