As a cancer survivor, the month of October is a trigger for me. It reminds me of the pain I endured through my own personal journey, and it reminds me of my sweet friends who have lost their battle to the horrible disease. And, it also makes me angry. I resent the "pinkwashing" and I hate seeing pink Oreos and Potato Chips.
Cancer taught me how important it was to make self-care a priority. I was told that I needed to focus more on myself and let go of trying to take care of everyone else. I learned that my needs were important. I should have learned my lesson . I know.. I know, but….
We always judge ourselves more harshly than we would judge anyone else. We expect perfection when perfection doesn't exist. We aren't giving ourselves enough credit for all things we have accomplished, but we are hyper-focused on the things that are yet undone. And many times, we haven't set clear boundaries for ourselves.
But, I know people who cannot stand to be alone. It drives them crazy and they don't know what to do with the silence. There is often a social stigma to being alone. Some people think of it as a "punishment", or that there must be "something wrong". How could someone want to spend time alone vs. being with a group of people?