The Kindness Project – What Did I Say to Me?
Too often kindness is relegated to a random act performed only when we’re feeling good. But an even greater kindness (to ourselves and others) occurs when we reach out even when we aren’t feeling entirely whole. It’s not easy, and no one is perfect. But we’ve decided it’s not impossible to brighten the world one smile, one kind word, one blog post at a time. To that end, a few of us writers have established The Kindness Project, starting with a series of inspirational posts. We post the second Wednesday of every month.
I hope you’re all doing great this week and keeping cool! Yipes, it’s hotter than the Magic Mike boys out there. (Yes, I will continue to use that joke) ;o)
This week’s post is inspired by this photo I found on facebook. It’s kind of crazy how something as simple as a picture with some words on it can make you think about yourself, but this one did.
…is more damaging than if someone socked you in the face. I really do believe that. It can whittle you down to your core, it can make you believe things that are simply NOT TRUE. All because you told yourself that. Allowed yourself to believe in the crap your subconscious is doling out.
I had to put our beloved cat #GeorgetheCreeper down last Thursday and it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. He was sick and I knew that, but I blamed myself for not noticing sooner, for not realizing he was sick. After it was done, I thought about all the times I pushed him off the chair when he got in my way while I was on the computer, all the times I ignored him at my feet because I was in a hurry. I beat myself up mentally, over and over. I was in tears, clinging to whatever I could to blame myself for his sickness and ultimately, his death.
But I thought, after a bunch of people confirmed to me that I was a good “mama.” What was all this negative self-talk doing to me? It was making it worse, making me feel horrible. I wanted to feel horrible. I know that sounds nuts, but it almost made it easier to deal with if I blamed myself. Then I had a reason to not eat, to bawl when I looked in the corner where he slept, to feel helpless and alone. There was something comforting about that feeling. But all I was doing was damaging his memory. If I had stopped to think, I could have been trying to remember the good times. The times he came up on my chest when I slept, or curled up next to my head when I was reading.
It’s amazing how we let that negative stuff enter our brains and take residence, kind of like those little green phlegmy mucus monsters from the commercials. That kind of negativity in your brain can do real damage. I truly believe that is what helps aid depression. Just aids it, we all know there are chemicals and sciency stuff that are the real culprit, but if we were all a little nicer to ourselves, wouldn’t that make a HUGE difference?
It’s easier said than done. I know that. I’m still beating myself up for Georgey Peorge, and for some friendships that failed, work stuff, confrontations I’d like to take back. Pretty much anything and everything, but I’m trying. I will continue to try so that I can love myself the way I deserve.
If we all try just a little each day to be nicer to ourselves, I think the world will be a better place. Too grand? How about you’ll feel better each day you try it ;o)
I know this blog post was all love yourself, and I really did try to keep it positive because I know my penchant for using sarcasm and making fun of myself, but I thought this was important to make clear.
What are your thoughts?
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