For the longest time, I didn't take care of myself. But it took hitting rock bottom for me to realize I needed to stop doing that. As I mentioned in a previous blog post, I battled depression and anxiety my junior year of college, turning me into a shell of myself. There were many things that led to my inevitable emotional crumbling, but it all boiled down to one fact: I didn't prioritize myself.
So I learned to listen to my body, respect its limits and respond to its needs. I started taking breaks, saying no to excess obligations and teaching myself to be okay with that.
But after a recent event involving my endometriosis symptoms and a resulting discussion with my husband, I realized something about my attitude toward my disease. I've been putting all of it on myself. In a strange way, I've been selfish, distrustful and isolated.
Here's what happened.