I’ve learned to do the most important things in the morning: write, sweat, journal, meditate because it’s when I’m most clean and clear and sharp, by far. If I wait, the chances of those things happening falls drastically. And if those things don’t happen, my mind and life fall off track astonishingly fast. It’s practical. And practical every day equals profound. This is how you make your bones.
I’d hear the words tell the truth, tell the truth, tell the truth like a drumbeat in my heart—a prayer, an encouragement, a promise—that if I could find a way to do it, I would be forgiven and free. But I couldn’t find any version of the truth that didn’t make me a monster. I searched, even prayed for “good enough” reasons to leave: lies, a big betrayal, hidden addictions, a mortal flaw in him or our relationship, but never found anything but my solid, kind, just-as-promised man.
"I’m here. I love you. I don’t care if you need to stay up crying all night long, I will stay with you. There’s nothing you can ever do to lose my love. I will protect you until you die, and after your death I will still protect you. I am stronger than Depression and I am braver than Loneliness and nothing will ever exhaust me." This is one of the things Elizabeth Gilbert has written that think about almost daily. She wrote these words to herself, along with many other such love notes, when she was going through the worst of things.
She’s since said that she imagined this would be what God would say to her, that this was her voice, but it was also God - one in the same. That she dug to her deepest depths and told herself the words she needed to hear. She doesn’t know if she was listening or hearing, just that she needed that kind of Love. So she made it.
It’s in all of us, lovelies. Give it to each other but especially yourself.
“You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe deserve your love and affection.”