the number one question ive been asking myself lately is “whose standards am i going by?”
whose standards dictate that i cant make something easy to eat for breakfast? whose standards are telling me i have to suffer instead of asking for help in making an appointment? whose standards say i should be ashamed of my interests, the harmless habits, the little quirks that make me myself?
getting into the habit of asking myself this critically has opened so many doors for me. i am an adult, so i live by no one’s standards but my own— if i want to cut corners in my own life to make things easier, that doesn’t make me a failure. tossing out the harmful standards living in abuse pushed on me makes me far more capable, calm, and focused. instead of being flooded with guilt, im able to accept the help and goodwill of my friends around me. its little things like this that make me confident in my slow but sure recovery.
(via love-lays-bleeding)
