There's a thought that I've been mulling over for the past week or two. It might be more of a concept than a thought, but putting here allows me to think more and work out the idea more. It all boils down to how we treat ourselves. We've all heard the old adage "we're all our own worst critics", or something along those lines.
I come from a background of selflessness. It was taught to me, whether explicitly or not, that I should do things for others before I do anything for myself. Hold the door. Don't take the last slice of pizza. Do the favor someone asks. Don't be selfish. But I also wasn't taught to set boundaries. I wasn't taught that it was okay to say no when I was busy or uncomfortable.
What this lead to is more than selflessness. It was self-sacrifice. I always put myself last, if I even made my list. I helped people and did the favors and took the extra workload. And yes, it put me in situations that I'm embarrassed about now. Some of those situations were not my fault. But because I was selfless I was a good person. I wanted to be the one to help and do the thing that needed to be done because that made me good and important even if I felt empty when I was alone.
This kind of self-sacrifice lead me to two places. First, my self worth was placed outside of myself. It was about what others thought of me. Which lead to the second place, self neglect and guilt. If I put my needs or desires before other people then I was being selfish and careless and bad. Obviously this put me in a lot of tough situations, but the most recent one has to do with my health.
I have put my health needs on a back burner for too long. I always had a list of reasons why my health needs could be put off. It was no insurance, or no money for the copay, or (as one of my friends put it recently) I'm young and I'll bounce back. So I ignored my health needs which, of course, has been bad for my health.
As I sat in the waiting room for an appointment that it took me an entire month to schedule my brain battled between this self-sacrifice and a new concept that I've been fighting to grasp: I deserve to be well.
Yeah. It seems simple, but I've seen it in so many folks. I deserve to be well. To feel well. To be healthy.
My brain was fighting. Half of me wanted to walk out of the waiting room. The other half made me fill out the new patient form. I had to remind myself that it's okay to take care of myself. I deserve this... and in case you need the reminder, so do you.
It's an ongoing struggle. I'm working my way out of the mindset of brazen self-sacrifice and neglect. I know that before every appointment my anxieties will grow louder, telling me that I can't afford this and I don't really need to see this doctor or that therapist. But another voice that's growing stronger shushes those anxieties and tells me that this is the right thing to do for me. And that doing something for myself is okay. In fact, this is what I deserve.
-DG