I have an assignment I have been working on for therapy. I’m supposed to write a poem about things I hold in my hand. It’s obviously a metaphor but I have been really struggling with this concept. What exactly do I hold in my hand? Well, to my surprise I hold alot.
I hold family. They are my whole world. They have given and taught me more than I could ever do for them. In my children I see everything I have done RIGHT.
I hold my own happiness. I know this but for a long time I have foolishly let others dictate how I felt. I let them rob me of precious time. I have taken that back. I choose to be happy regardless of what others dictate or at what life throws at me. I’m owning it. It’s mine.
I hold my independence. I have always taken care of my own. That’s not to say I have not had help but I don’t have anyone taking care of me. I’ve always had that under control and will continue doing so.
I hold my positive pride. I have left my mark on this world. I have given to others without question. I have been a voice for those who don’t speak for themselves. I am kind, compassionate, empathetic and genuinely care about others. I also hold pride in myself. I’m a survivor. I’m learning to love myself the way I am. I’m overcoming my addictions and healing. I’m proud that I have learned that’s it’s the small wins. I don’t have to be perfect. I hold that pride because I am worth it.
I hold my own vulnerability. I have learned that being vulnerable is going to help me be happier, take more pride in myself and give me strength. I have plenty of strength when it comes to putting up walls, but I’m learning to have the right kind of strength by being vulnerable, putting myself out there. Taking risk with my feelings.
I hold control of my emotions and feelings. I decide my own happiness not circumstance or things going on in my life. I control how I behave and interact with others. I don’t have to put up those walls.
I hold the ability to make and set make my own boundaries. It’s my responsibility to hold myself responsible to keep those boundaries for my own mental health and overall well being.
I hold accountability and responsibility for my actions and words. I’m learning to think about things and not have an auto response reaction to people and situations.
I hold my own worth in the palm of my hand. I recognize this is a real struggle for me but I am finally seeing that I have as much value as anyone else in this life.
I guess there isn’t anything I don’t hold in my own hand. I have the world at my fingertips. It’s what I choose to do with all that is before me. ♥️
More Love. Less Hate. H