In my creative writing activity at the center where I work, I had peers write their thoughts in response to this picture:
This is what I wrote:
It used to be that all I could think of was my pain. It was all I felt. I called my story The Girl Who Couldn't Stop Crying. It seems a bit melodramatic now but it was how life was. Eventually I wore myself out. I got tired of always being miserable. I got tired of always crying and wanting someone else to fix me. Gradually I learned that I had to validate myself.
I had been through the fire but I was not burnt. I had scars but underneath everything, I was okay.
I learned to move towards people that emphasized my okay-ness, that do not put me down or dwell in the land of troubles all day. I learned that it is okay to ask people for reassurance and that it is okay to let myself believe it. I learned that although life is hard, it is full of joy too. I learned to embrace the joy and be grateful for the simple things in life. I grew into the free person I am today.
I may have been through fire, but I am still cool.
2 comments on “Rising Out Of Fire”
Nice closing sentence. It's the kind of thing I appreciate, but wish I had thought of myself 😉
Hi! I just found your blog through your latest post on Facebook in the Healing Out Loud community. I'm going to start reading your blog now. I also have bipolar (I) and borderline traits. DBT has helped me tremendously. Good to meet you!
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Nice closing sentence. It's the kind of thing I appreciate, but wish I had thought of myself 😉
Hi! I just found your blog through your latest post on Facebook in the Healing Out Loud community. I'm going to start reading your blog now. I also have bipolar (I) and borderline traits. DBT has helped me tremendously. Good to meet you!