Mindful and Meditative Mondays #7

I work with a lot of students who have had rough childhoods and currently suffer from various forms of anxiety and depression, on top of the regular teenage angst.  Many of them have had such negative experiences in the past, that even now, when they have a plethora of resources at their disposal, they don’t ask for help when they need it.  They are either too proud, too afraid of the consequences (though in this case for them those would be positive) or they don’t actually know what they need.

I realized this weekend that I sometimes share this affliction with them. When I take on too much, when I think that I should be able to do just one more thing, add just one more thing to my plate, I don’t ask.  I hold myself up to very high expectations and am too busy trying to do everything, that sometimes I become paralyzed and can’t do anything.  Or, those high expectations move slowly up through the pit of my stomach, into my heavy chest, up through my tightened throat and spill past my lower lashes onto my waiting cheeks.

In hopes that this doesn’t happen for me this week – I came up with this as a reminder. I hope it helps you too.



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By Joy

I'm 42, a remarried mom of an 8 year old girl and a toddler son, a teacher, and a writer. People tell me I tend to be brutally honest and ...tell it like it is, so I had hoped to use this outlet to keep me sane while I got used to my new life as a stay-at-home Mom back when I was home with my daughter....it worked. And it's been therapeutic through the end of a marriage and the emergence of me...


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