Self care looks like…. lying down on the kitchen floor, crying, moaning, hearing yourself speak words that part of you believes, while another part knows better, but allowing it all any way.

Allowing.

Allowing yourself to feel all the feelings that your mind finds “useless” and “unhelpful” is self care.

“Useless” & “unhelpful” are judgments of an inner critic program, that was installed decades ago, to insure that you were never without an authority to keep you in line, and up to snuff.

Keep you in line for them….for their benefit, opinion, comfort and capacity.

It was always for them.

Our fears, our disappointments, our disagreements were too much for THEM to handle…they couldn’t handle their own; holding ours in strength, tenderness, consistency and assurance was just too big a job.

It was/is nothing personal; but the need remains.

Self care looks like allowing that part of you that’s feeling it, to tear their clothes, grovel in the dust, and crawl down the rabbit hole of self doub...