There’s a thing that I think a lot of, if not all, fat people go through. Well, two things.
The first – putting off life until you’ve lost enough weight.
And the second – believing that you aren’t deserving of self-care.
They are both nasty, insidious beliefs that latch on to out insecurities like a parasite, and refuse to let go.
It’s the second that I’ve been dealing with lately.
A bit of background – my depression and anxiety have been worse than usual as of late. The reason for this is that I had to suddenly stop taking Abilify. Apparently, I no longer qualify for their free program, and there is no way I can afford the medication on my own.
So that sucked. I even had to take the semester off, because of how bad it got. I could maybe handle classes now, but I would have been so far behind that it would have been nearly impossible to catch up.
I’m going to be honest – the withdrawal from Abilify was really bad. I had a lot of suicidal thoughts, and I wanted to self-harm really badly. I spent a lot of time in bed, online, trying to escape my depression. I also seriously considered checking myself into a psychiatric unit, going so far as to pick the one I’d go to.
But then I got back into the Fat/Body Acceptance movement. And it has, once again, changed my life for the better.
I am slowly getting used to the idea that I have every right to care for myself, in whatever way my mind and body require. Whether that means staying up until 4am, or sleeping in until 4pm. Whether that means going out or staying in.
I have been doing my best to care for myself, and I feel better for it.
One of the things that has been a part of my self-care is to stop socializing with certain people. I’m not naming names, but I have had a friend for a few years, whom I considered my best friend. Recently, however, I have come to terms with the fact that she took advantage of me a lot. In addition to that, I was essentially a “second-choice” friends, it seems. A person that you only hang out with when you have no one else, or no one better.
I deserve better than that.
So I sent her a message, asking her to contact me. I thought, I’ll give her one last try. That was a week ago, and I’ve had no response. I’m about ready to give up. I might ask her roommate how she is doing, and that will be it. I will stop checking her tumblr, and just end it.
I don’t want to. But I have enough toxic people in my life – I don’t need another.
Other people in my life are less easy to deal with. My grandmother, for one. I always here about what I could be doing to be better, including writing a list of things that I am grateful for, utilizing positive thinking, exercising, and yes, losing weight.
It’s difficult to talk to her, because she thinks she is helping. But all she is doing is further wrecking my fragile emotional balance, and distancing me from her.
But how do you cut ties with family? Certainly, I don’t want to completely sever our relationship, however this might be a case of “loving from a distance.”
Well, this post has certainly gotten of track. Back to my main point:
I have been practicing radical self-care. And it is the most amazing thing ever.
For the first time in my life, I am putting my own needs first, instead of others. For the first time, I am recognizing that I have the right to pursue happiness. For the first time, I am accepting that I deserve to feel safe.
And it is amazing.