Shame in Rest

Gah! That’s me taking a deep breath. Image by engin akyurt from Pixabay I have been so stressed lately. I am not new to stress – in fact, I have prided myself on my ability to just muscle through it. But when muscling through stress becomes the norm rather than something you do once in a blue moon, then something’s gotta give. In my case, it was my body. After weeks of pushing my boundaries, my body decided to send me a message. It came in the form of fatigue and lethargy that literally made it very hard for me to get out of bed. Plus some other symptoms that made me diagnose myself with an autoimmune condition. Luckily for me, the trip to my doctor’s office and the blood tests proved me wrong. The scare I had was enough to re-evaluate my poor choices and weak inhibitions around rest. After some soul searching, I had to agree with myself that rest was something I never learned to prioritize.

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