I don’t know if I can…
I’ve been planning for my service dog for the past 6 months and now I’m panicking.
Can I do this? Is this the right choice? Am I being selfish? Will Avery be okay? Do I have what it takes? Am I worthy? Will this be a crutch? Will it be worth it? Can I do this?
These questions…constantly swirling in my mind.
This dog could either be a beautiful thing or a horrible mistake. Or is there grey area?
Could it be hard but also worth it? Can I make mistakes but not fail? Will Avery be jealous but still be okay?
Am I doing the right thing? Will I ever know? Is this one of those moments where you say you only live once and take the plunge?
Or do you back out knowing logistically it’s a huge commitment?
How do I know which is the right choice?
Am I a bad person for doing this? And am I also a bad person if I back out of doing this?
Are all of these questions my wise mind or are they coming from my insecurities and fear?
The exhaustion, it’s real, it’s here…
I just want the questions, the doubts, the fears to go away…The anticipation is killing me.
A part of me wants to back out and waste away…ohh the anorexia is so appealing right now. She is calling my name and it sounds so sweet.
Can I do this? Should I do this?
Am I changing my life for the better or am I turning down a path of no return?
Sometimes I get to thinking about how much I miss treatment.
I say that out loud and realize how crazy that may sound to others. But the reality is that the connections created in and through treatment are unlike anything else. At least for me..
I never had much of a family. Don’t take me wrong, I absolutely adore and love my mom and sister but my family is so filled with disfunction and suffering that the bonds we have always had have been very unhealthy.
Through treatment I found my family. I found people who heard me, listened to me, and understood me. I found people who loved me despite my pain, despite my past, and despite my mistakes. I found people who helped me identify, embrace, and cherish the most beautiful parts of myself. I found people who encouraged me to honor and love the little girl in me who never felt loved as a child. I found people who wanted to help me carry my burdens. People who wanted to be with me at my best and my worst. I found people who would never leave.
So sometimes I find myself daydreaming about the beautiful people who I would have never met had it not been for treatment.
It’s crazy how the most beautiful things in life can also be the most painful. But without the pain meaning is lost.
We can’t appreciate the light without darkness and we can’t endure darkness without the hope of light.
So thank you to my family. I miss every single one of you who has offered me your heart.
My love and gratitude is beyond explanation.