The spirit of the season is to give. I don’t mean mailing your check to St. Jude’s, calling that your good deed of the year, and then yelling at someone on the freeway moments later. I mean really embodying the spirit of giving.
Something inside of me shifted when I saw those scars. A warmth swelled in my chest. Instead of disgust and self-judgment, I felt compassion for the girl looking back at me in the mirror.
When Sunday nights coincide with depression and too many glasses of wine. And the days of the week stack on top of each other and you can’t shake the anxiety that’s thick in your chest.
Ruminating thoughts used to run my life. I rode this maddening merry-go-round almost daily. To worry, was my comfort zone. If things were going well, what’s one thing I can find to worry about?
On days we feel weak, we need people who love us to pick us up, dust us off, and push us to keep going.
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