Oh Kate. I will read this chapter again in time, to feel it more and to process it again. I am just so happy you are here to write these words for us to read. How incredibly difficult this must be to share. Sending so so so much love to you and your beautiful soul.
Thank you so much for holding space and reading this dark chapter, Michelle. It’s definitely been hard writing these chapters -- lots of crying and girl snugs -- but when I finally share them, I am hundreds of pounds lighter. Sharing them truly sets me free.
thank you for sharing this and giving us space within your heart and mind!
It is grounding in a way for me, I have felt afloat in that galaxy you mentioned, and your words often remind me of the Earth and the soil.
Also "It is not my responsibility to make the world comfortable. It is my responsibility to take care of myself." I need this, yesterday was already hard because all I do is seek ways to make others comfortable, because then I don't have to endure their judgment of my truths... and it is exhausting, truly and utterly exhausting. I hope I can embody your motto this season, so I can find some honest joy
I can’t imagine how hard it is to go back into these times and events Kate. And your writing is so wonderful so I assume you have to really really go back there yourself and I can’t begin to imagine how you felt. I’m so so grateful that you’re still with us and that you’re doing so much good in this world. You’re truly making a difference and please know that it doesn’t go unnoticed how hard it must be to spearhead such a change. So many thanks and so much love for you and your family 💜
It is so hard when someone we trust and admire turns out to be human. I am so very happy you are still here. So happy that you trust us enough to share these deep feelings and memories. So glad that whatever you did next, wasn’t the end.
Kate, you are so eloquent with your words. You are a born writer. And we, but everyone, needs to hear the reality of mental illness. I am sure that someone in this group will have access to getting you published in some way. Because the world needs to hear what it’s like and that through hard work, determination, Waffle, Tug, your family and Dave; you are here. Girl, celebrate with dork dances all frigging day!!
Thank you for this chapter, and thank you for the phrase, “It is not my responsibility to make the world comfortable. It is my responsibility to take care of myself.” I’m trying to remind myself of this as I endure a particularly unpleasant flare up of my mental illness.
Looking forward to listening to the podcast. Sending love and a day 🖤
It must be so difficult to reflect back on that time in your life. Your bravery astonishes me. I could only read it because you are here writing it. I am so grateful that you are still here.💜❤️💜❤️
I'm a little behind in my response to this post. Your words are so profound in taking me back to the decision I made to end it all. My face now needs a squeegee. I am so grateful we are both still here. My experience is not crystal clear in my memories of that time, and you are helping me be clear. We are meant to help others and you are doing just that. I can only hope that I can do that as well. ((((HUG))))
Oh Kate. I will read this chapter again in time, to feel it more and to process it again. I am just so happy you are here to write these words for us to read. How incredibly difficult this must be to share. Sending so so so much love to you and your beautiful soul.
Thank you so much for holding space and reading this dark chapter, Michelle. It’s definitely been hard writing these chapters -- lots of crying and girl snugs -- but when I finally share them, I am hundreds of pounds lighter. Sharing them truly sets me free.
I cherish you and your girls 💜
And we cherish you right back 💜💜💜
So hard. Thank you for writing this chapter, which I can understand is probably very painful to share. Keep swimming Kate!💜
thank you for sharing this and giving us space within your heart and mind!
It is grounding in a way for me, I have felt afloat in that galaxy you mentioned, and your words often remind me of the Earth and the soil.
Also "It is not my responsibility to make the world comfortable. It is my responsibility to take care of myself." I need this, yesterday was already hard because all I do is seek ways to make others comfortable, because then I don't have to endure their judgment of my truths... and it is exhausting, truly and utterly exhausting. I hope I can embody your motto this season, so I can find some honest joy
I can’t imagine how hard it is to go back into these times and events Kate. And your writing is so wonderful so I assume you have to really really go back there yourself and I can’t begin to imagine how you felt. I’m so so grateful that you’re still with us and that you’re doing so much good in this world. You’re truly making a difference and please know that it doesn’t go unnoticed how hard it must be to spearhead such a change. So many thanks and so much love for you and your family 💜
It is so hard when someone we trust and admire turns out to be human. I am so very happy you are still here. So happy that you trust us enough to share these deep feelings and memories. So glad that whatever you did next, wasn’t the end.
Kate, you are so eloquent with your words. You are a born writer. And we, but everyone, needs to hear the reality of mental illness. I am sure that someone in this group will have access to getting you published in some way. Because the world needs to hear what it’s like and that through hard work, determination, Waffle, Tug, your family and Dave; you are here. Girl, celebrate with dork dances all frigging day!!
I’m so glad you are still here, sharing your story with us. It matters. 💜
Thank you for this chapter, and thank you for the phrase, “It is not my responsibility to make the world comfortable. It is my responsibility to take care of myself.” I’m trying to remind myself of this as I endure a particularly unpleasant flare up of my mental illness.
Looking forward to listening to the podcast. Sending love and a day 🖤
It must be so difficult to reflect back on that time in your life. Your bravery astonishes me. I could only read it because you are here writing it. I am so grateful that you are still here.💜❤️💜❤️
I'm a little behind in my response to this post. Your words are so profound in taking me back to the decision I made to end it all. My face now needs a squeegee. I am so grateful we are both still here. My experience is not crystal clear in my memories of that time, and you are helping me be clear. We are meant to help others and you are doing just that. I can only hope that I can do that as well. ((((HUG))))