the hardest part about recovering from a dramatic mental illness is that the only ones who notices the small things are yourself and your therapist.
your friends, your family, the people you love — they’re flat-out not gonna care if you take a shower instead of cutting yourself, or if you get in all your meals for a day, or if you curb your spending significantly, or if you go for a walk instead of locking yourself away and crying.
to us, these are major accomplishments. they’re fucking cake-worthy victories deserving of celebration.
to everyone else, it’s just behaving kind of “normal”, and will always be compared to your other problematic behaviors — “why are you still behaving so histrionically when it comes to sex?” “why are you still so irrationally afraid of abandonment?” “why do you still get so angry?”
the fact of the matter is, they won’t be happy until you’re cured.
but don’t let that discourage you.
if you think you’ve done well, feel good about it. treat yourself. call your therapist and celebrate with them on the phone, if you have the option.
pull yourself through. don’t minimize the small stuff. they’re big fucking deals.
i needed this really badly.
i also needed this
