Everyday I wake up and take in the scenery sorrounding me. Everyday I wake up and whisper to myself, “You’re okay.” Some days are better than other which means that some days I am able to believe that phrase a bit more than others.
I am a mother. I am a wife. I am blessed and lucky as most people phrase it, yet why do I feel guilty?
I am suppose to be happy- and I am, don’t get me wrong, but everyday I, somehow, convince myself that I have to be happy because I have all of these beautiful people around me. I have never ending love, yet, I feel guilty.
I feel like I don’t deserve it.
I feel like I am not capable of loving someone to its fullest.
I am forever damaged.
Things will never get better.
They deserve more.
I should not be happy.
Hence, begins a loop of outnumbered negative thoughts with a purpose of pulling me in and keeping me there.
I’ve learned that it all begins and ends with a phrase. A positive phrase.
Choose any positive phrase you like or love and stick with it. Let that phrase be the guidance to many more to come.
My phrase: You’re okay.
In time, the unanswered question will finally reach an answer:
Of course, my answer is yet to become permanent, but with each passing day I believe it more than the day before.