What do you do when you’ve let yourself slide back into who you were?
What do you do when the supports you were used to vanish and you feel like you’re failing on your own?
When you’re drowning, when life is uncertain, when everything feels like it is falling apart, what is it exactly you should do?
You pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and remember that it is a new day and another chance to make a different choice; a better choice.
In the end, I’ve learned that I am my best advocate and when I stop advocating for myself and allow myself to fall into a hole, the hole just gets deeper and deeper. Even the people who reach out, who notice I’m digging the hole, who throw down a rope and say, “hey, grab on!” can’t do anything more than wait for me to take hold and pull myself up to the level where they can assist.
Moving back home is hard, working two jobs that include taking care of other people the entire time are tedious, having uncertain hours and a weird schedule that sometimes includes working overnight is exhausting. Add in the fact that old supports were left in Southern California and the new supports I fashioned out of scraps I’ve managed to unearth are actually not that sturdy in the long run and I find myself living in a world of instability. My environment acts against me and foils me at every turn but the worst thing I did was give into it.
I began consuming the negative, I became a victim of circumstance, I began to blame the universe for something that was ultimately my choice.
Then I had a moment of clarity, a breath of fresh air, and it hasn’t changed anything; it has empowered.
I can change. I can self-advocate. I can engage in self-care and I can do this.
Because I am stubborn and strong and willful and by golly I have a purpose and I haven’t been doing a great job at living it out lately.
Time to pick up, dust off, and get back to work.