Learning How To Be Nice To Myself
Last session, my therapist told me to be nice to myself. But before I could clarify what exactly that meant, it was time to “release our shared space for the moment.”
My first guess was that being nice could conceivably mean a carte blanche trip to Donut Dip.
After I regained consciousness, I tried buying myself a little something nice and ordered a case of freeze-dried emergency rations to tuck away in a closet, just in case.
I even tried putting those cucumber things on my eyes and relaxing with a good book.
I realized that I didn’t have any idea how to be nice to myself. Nonetheless, I blindly took one last wild swing at it with a Costco 3-pack of whipped cream.
I dragged myself outside to walk it off. At the least, I figured, it would be good to take a break from trying to become successful enough to prove that I’m worth the food and electricity I consume.
Fortunately, the walk proved enough of a distraction to give me a little break from my unprocessed feelings and enduring childhood traumas.
The fresh air, movement, and wonders of nature helped me calm down a bit and even enjoy a glimpse of hope!