It's been a minute and I wanted to see what others thought about this subject
Seems like common sense but I find that when you get caught up with work, taking care of the family, and others sometimes the last person you take care of is yourself.
When my Mother was living in her final years I was able to see her at any time because I was self employed. We would go shopping, out to eat, and just be around each other. When she died I felt lost because who was I going to take care of.
It was in the months following her death that there were women in the church who called to check on me, take me to lunch and even the spa.
It was during this time that I needed to be nurtured. I was loved on to the point that I broke through and loved myself.
This year makes ten years of my Mother's passing and I find myself feeling lost
Though I have many accomplishments under my belt there was something missing
Recently I was faced with adversity and my self esteem felt shattered
The mask was put on so that others couldn't see my pain
Tears were becoming part of the norm
My body was reacting with new aches and pains
My spirit was thirsty for something more
I found myself at the cross roads again
In the back of my mind I was taking abuse from others and the blows were numbing
No hands were ever put on me. It was words, it was treatment, and it was repeated
If you love me you wouldn't treat me this way?
Reality set in that the only person who can love me better was myself
I had to start over again
I had to let the toxic go and be free
I had to say and believe it that I loved myself
I had to take care of myself first
I had to reached out my hand and there was love on the other side
The burden has been lifted
The weight is gone
God was there with a gentle reminder
That he loved me more
By Patricia A. Saunders
Author of This Too Shall Pass