The first Wednesday in November is national stress awareness day.
I used to dislike myself.
People said I stressed and worried too much.
And they were right.
In general I’m not usually a calm person.
I thought that it wasn’t ok to be like that.
That being concerned over things that others perceived as “small or petty” was a sign of weakness.
I thought that having anxiety when I am away from my children made me a bad mother because “I’m too over protective”.
I thought that not sleeping because my husband had a swat call out made me a needy wife.
I will always choose to bring awareness to coping with stress in a healthy way.
For me it took going through some things to help me to grow to love myself and even to conquer some of the things that I faced daily.
God gave me a cyst on my brain (and yes I really think it had a purpose) and I prayed and saw how precious life was and then time passed and the cyst wasn’t life threatening and I forgot and I slowly started to let my stress over the small things consume my thoughts again.
And then god reminded me how precious life is again when I had a biopsy done (benign). And this time I haven’t forgotten.
I cope. And I’m happy. And at the end of the day what matters is that I’m healthy and I have my beautiful family by my side. My world is in color again and I’m loving myself more and more everyday. I’m loud. I’m southern. I still freak out over “small” stuff..
And I guess a part of me will always be that way. But I’m perfectly ok with the people in my circle that get me ❤️
And as we taught in second grade all this week.. the MORAL of the story is to grow through what you go through
Love, faith, and dry shampoo! 