In recent years, self-care has become a topic that I’ve become extremely passionate about. I’ve always had some level of understanding and respect for caring for your physical body. Growing up in the Seventh- Day Adventist church – there was a huge emphasis on your body being a temple – so that was unavoidable. But being a Black woman- especially one born to immigrants- the examples of truly caring for yourself holistically – were few and far between. I grew up believing that, at some level, there’s merit in sacrificing yourself for others and that putting everyone else’s needs before your own was a badge of honor and womanhood.
I started to consistently see a therapist several months after the untimely passing of my mother- in-law. I initially started going in order to gather the tools to be a better support system for my husband. However, after a few sessions my therapist politely got me together and let me know that I needed to be in her office for myself. For me to be a better spouse, daughter, mother, and friend- I had to take real care of myself.
Week after week she’d ask me what I’d done for myself the week prior and I almost always came up with the same sorry answer- which was nothing cause “I didn’t have the time”. She put up with my BS for a bit and I eventually stopped seeing her because of scheduling conflicts — but the reality was that I didn’t make myself a priority because I didn’t feel like I was important enough.
Several months later, after having my second born, I hit a figurative wall. To make a long story short, after having a largely uneventful pregnancy- his birth was incredibly traumatic and we both came close to losing our lives. I suffered a spontaneous placental abruption and my son was placed in a medically-induced coma to preserve brain function. After he was discharged from the NICU, as grateful as I was for his life and recovery- I was in shambles. I was holding my breath and didn’t even realize it. – self-care
I lived in constant fear that all of the complications that he suffered while in NICU (seizures, blood not properly clotting, liver failure, etc) would return. My doula would always check on me and sensing the sadness/hopelessness in my voice- she suggested that I reach back out to my therapist. I did. – self-care
I returned to her office – this time promising myself to implement whatever she suggested. Her suggestion was very simple- “take at least one hour per day doing something for you. Not the kids, not your spouse, not your family/friends, not your job but for you.”
So I did. I started by taking a 50 minute kickboxing class and realized how much better I felt and the world of a difference it made by making one small adjustment.
As women- we wear so many hats. By the time we’re done shuffling through them all- we rarely are given that chance to put the hat down and just be ourselves.
Self care is simply putting aside all of your responsibilities for a moment to love on yourself.
Looking back on my journal, these are the most important learnings that I received during the first six months of therapy. These have greatly impacted how I approach wellness and am sharing with you.
Promise yourself that you’ll speak to yourself as if you’re speaking to the one in your life you love the most ( your best friend, your child, your lover). We typically speak to ourselves harshly. We’d never speak to even our enemies the way we speak to ourselves. In my opinion, the most critical step in addressing our wellness/self-care practices is to readjust how we speak to ourselves. When you’re speaking to yourself- imagine that you’re talking to someone you absolutely adore (i.e. a best friend, child, lover, etc). And when ugly and untrue thoughts creep up- correct that with a loving rebuttal. Honestly, this continues to be something that I struggle with- but I’m making progress.
Ask yourself the following uncomfortable questions and answer honestly.
I would usually tell you that if you don’t want to write – to make a note in your phone (notes app)- however, this time, I’m going to discourage you from doing so for several reasons:
I’ve learned that self-care and wellness is a journey. There isn’t an end goal. Instead, we’re constantly remodeling and reassessing and working to improve ourselves.
Our lives are gardens that must constantly be tended to. If you don’t care for it, it’ll quickly be overcome by weeds. And at the same token- when you constantly care for yourself- the results won’t necessarily be evident immediately. However, you’ll eventually notice that you have cultivated a beautifully lush and abundant garden. The crops will be plentiful, the flowers will be radiant, and in caring for your own garden- you’ll be able to share your fruits with others.
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