Yesterday I turned 30 years old. I am officially a grown up. I have been always been afraid to age physically but this has harmed me emotionally too.
Last year, in a shopping mall cafe, I sat and wrote out a list of berations. I wrote myself out to be a hateful failure. For all my blessings, I was miserable, trapped in this body and more so, my head.
This year, entering a fresh new decade of living, I am proud to report that with the much needed help of the Mental Health Team I have very much separated that negative voice and now I recognise how and when it tries to sneak in and beat me back down. I have made a conscious choice not to let it win.
These are the 30 lessons I have been so lucky to learn in the last year:
I am a dedicated mum
I am determined
I want the best for myself
I am stubborn
I cannot read minds
The Little Monster cannot be defeated, only managed
My body is not my own just yet but we can learn to muddle along together
Every facet of my identity is my own. They do not need explaining to anyone but me.
The truth can be a friend. I will not spare people’s feelings anymore
I needn’t be embarrassed by my disability on account of people’s lack of understanding
To ask for help is empowering and positive
Decisions taken as a result of my limitations must always be in my best interest
Self care is vital – and allowed
- It is OK not to be OK
15. It is vital to be able to say I’m not OK. I have a wonderful husband who wants to listen.
16. I do not need to hide this disability away because I am “lucky enough to walk”. It is mine to own.
17. Not everything is my responsibility. Disability is something society should be accepting of outright. I shall tell it as it is and it should be and no more. My energy is too precious to waste.
18. When I ache, it’s time to stop and be kind.
19. Sleep is precious. Fuck it, napping is empowering.
20. I have brilliant friends who fully support my tendency to drop in and out of their lives, energy dependent. I wish it was different but thank you for loving me regardless.
21. Pain does not have to be endured. Painkillers are acceptable and often necessary
22. I do not need to wage war with a body that struggles anymore. This is a body that has done amazing things for me and made me forever part of the best little person I know.
23. Comparison really is the thief of joy. People are living their own lives to the best of their capabilities.
24. It is no-one’s fault my capabilities have their limits. Least of all mine.
25. I hate to say it but my mum was right…. comfortable shoes and a bag worn on two shoulders is the way forward. Sorry I doubted you Mum!
26. I know this body best. There is very little point in being bamboozled by the medical terms and still not getting the help I need. No more struggling on, I will continue placing the right people and treatment around me.
27. There is pride and achievement to be found in the smallest things. Put my own hair up? Great. Put 3 loads of washing away? Awesome.
28. I will not feel ashamed for repeatedly hitting rock bottom. It is my right to cry and say this life is too hard. Because it is. But I will always fight on for my little family.
29. I will not lie. I will explain each struggle to my beautiful girl so that she understands why Mummy must cry sometimes. She will not be afraid of tears. She will know they are healing sometimes and that Mummy fights on.
30. I will always remember my place in my little family with a girl who loves me and a husband who supports and cares for me in ways I have never afforded myself so that I can enjoy our life together. I will not forget how lucky I am to belong to you both.
Here’s to a very successful 30s!