#takecareofyouself

[starstruckunknownpost]

Sometimes you have to take care of yourself

[ijessflo]

I provide my services to individuals who believe that there is more to life than this. I help them find deeper meaning so that they regain their inspiration, freedom and self confidence.

My program is designed to deliver a high level of accountability, loving support and the right system so that you can make the empowered decisions to take action towards achieving your goals.

[hannawilliamson]

A Small Win

“Don’t think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it’s good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art”. - Andy Warhol 

July 2019 is the last time that I wrote my feelings out on the page. I started writing in my undergraduate college years, when I was the farthest down in my whole of depression that I would ever see so far. It gave me breathe when I couldn’t breath, allowed me to see clarity when I was building walls around me, and provided a platform for me to share with others in hopes of making at least one other person feel less alone. Over the years the postings that were once effortlessly written out on the page in the middle of the night, became pressed for perfection.  As I review old posting I can see the highs and lows that I endured. If only that girl knew how far we have come and all that we have overcome. 

In my last post, I was one year into a position that challenged my triggers and self-esteem daily, in all the wrong ways. A year later, the entire would would face a pandemic, a experience I had never imagined occurring in my lifetime. These stories are supposed to only exist in the textbooks, right? I worked throughout the pandemic in a health care system, with changing rules and guidelines somedays by the hour. A year into the pandemic I began searching for alternative employment opportunities, only to find limited opportunities with my educational background. As fear attempted to hold me back I decided to enroll in a graduate program with the realization I would have to continue working full-time, attend school part-time and complete 20 hours of an internship weekly. I was accepted within the same week of my application and started classes January 2021. I sought a internship opportunity which would bless me in more ways that I could have ever expected. I created lifelong friends, found people who would remind me of how valuable I am and help advocate for me to change positions in a time I thought it wasn’t possible. Transitioning out of social work for about a year was heartbreaking for me, but never once did my internship fail to remind me that I am a social worker on all levels, and offered me a PRN position a month after completing my internship hours. In those years, I cried often as I struggled with my identity, finding my worth and facing my fears of failure all at the same time. Outside of my personal life, my family life and friendships were continuously being rocked. As the tears fell the emotions weren’t being processed, so I sought therapy in my last few months of graduate school. I completed a few sessions before entering into EMDR where I did two intensive sessions that were life changing. Therapy holted when  I graduated in May 2022 with my Master in Social Work, and obtained my APSW in August 2022, after accepting my dream job as a hospice social worker. I celebrated these accomplishments with my friends and family, I thrived in the chaos of change for once in my life.

Now I am here, six months out finding myself building walls again. I have a list of goods in my life from my family, friendships, employment and housing. All to find myself resistant to digging deep and turning inward once again. I hope to find myself back here more, writing on the page. Remembering who I have been, how far I have come, meeting myself, and sharing hopes for my future. As for now, I am going to call this little comeback to processing on the page a win.

[luciano8gomes]

Antes do ano acabar recebi minha dose de reforço da vacina. Deste vez foi da Pfizer. Bora se vacinar e se cuidar meu povo! #VivaOSUS #VacinaGeral #UseMascara #TakeCareOfYouself https://www.instagram.com/p/CYG9LfCgQ_t/?utm_medium=tumblr

[itzy-bella-23]

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[hannawilliamson]

Take Care on the Tough Days

Today was tough, it didn’t feel like “just another Monday”. It felt like defeat, left turns when meaning to go right, and speaking from below the surface. I was sinking by the weight of expectations from others and more importantly myself. One step away from a good old breakdown I decided before walking into the house tonight that expectations for the evening were low. I would only do this evening what my heart desired, instead of what “needed” to be done. 

I came into my apartment to open the blinds that have been closed for weeks. I poured a glass of Merlot and sat out on the balcony soaking in the sun awaiting the 6pm church bells. 

Returning inside I decided on a good Italian meal for dinner, taking me to my happy place back in Roma. After enough pasta and finishing my glass of wine, I spent some time resting. Only to return to the kitchen shortly after to load the dishwasher before creating a new mess. I made banana bread filling the room with one of my favorite scents and providing breakfast for myself the rest of the week. 

After a month of working hard with online and in-home parties I closed out my final one for the month of July. A role that I continue to enjoy sharing with others in my life. It brings a sense of joy to the tough days. I connected with my sister a bit over the phone, putting my words out in text, bringing myself to tears. Finally I put the weight on my shoulders out to someone in someway. Once the conversation ended, I returned to the kitchen where I prepared lunch for the next work day. Hoping to make Tuesday morning start off smoothly. I’ve spent the last month straying away from dairy milk and seeking alternatives. Today thought I spoiled myself with the new chocolate milk that found it’s way into my fridge. 

Working my way to a restful sleep I went to my bathroom and took my makeup off. It feels so good to be using natural products and having a set skincare routine each morning and night. Who would have thought it’s the simple things we truly look forward to in life. Whether it be stress from today or just another skin cycle my skin needed a little extra love. Covering myself with a charcoal mask always feels satisfying and presents with true rewarding results the following evening. I looked forward to the month to come by organizing my bills to be paid. A sense of security in the knowing of what’s to come. I washed off my mask, hydrated my skin and returned to the kitchen to sit.  

So here I am now ending my night with what I know to do best, write it out. 

Challenge for today: write even when you don’t feel inspired. 

Moral of the story: take care on the tough days.

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