It is almost 10 am here, Sunday morning. I have had a full week of illness, med changes, pain, and some weird events that will make for great stories later.

My apartment is quiet and warm, peaceful, clean. I have a cup of good coffee. I'm going to also gift myself with a full hour of being good to Sarah, cause I deserve it, I am worthy. And because I am further developing this new habit and I don't want to just run on automatic -beating myself up for being sick- habit.

I'm giving myself a break, kudos for my successes, and a reminder that I can learn from this week, it all is information for me to use or bypass.

I am worthy. I am worthwhile.

If any cruel voices and messages from my past rise up in my head, well, I have a mental door open and that unwanted stuff can just flow on out. Bye bye.

I have my mental file cabinent all spiffed up, if I don't want to go over any files I can stash them back safe away.

I can practice the fine art of fun distraction today.

I get to move slowly if I wish, I get to soak in a hot bath whenver I want, and I can listen to whatever music strikes my fancy.

And if I catch myself feeling cheerful, that is okay. I am not guilty or bad cause I survived, I did survive, and I now get to thrive.

Sarah