My therapist has directed me to resources regarding self compassion. There’s a website and everything. I took the test for my self compassion index. According to it, I have my work cut out for me.
It’s hard to describe. Most of it is finding ways to treat oneself with the same kindness as a friend. The idea is something I’m having to get used to.
As with other things in the past, the cynicism in my depressive mind wants to say nothing will work. This will fail like everything else has failed. It’s like I have to succeed at everything instantly or get frustrated and abandon it.
That frustration is something I’ve been able to bypass. Results are not instantaneous. Like quitting smoking, it happens one day at a time. I cannot promise forever, but I can promise today.
During these trying times, it’s something I want to remember.