Acceptance

I've gotten to a point that I realize that if I don't actively make sure that I lower my stress levels, I'm not going to survive or I'll be very much unwell by the time I get to my goal in life, which is to backpack up the Pacific coast and just generally be homeless but with a little money for a while. If I'm too sick or old (by a standard of my physical health not my biological age), I'm never going to be able to do what I want.
PTSD and the stress that comes with it ages us. I'm already showing a lot of physical signs of that stress and I'm only 30. So, what I need to do is accept my limitations, that I'm gradually getting past them, and relax about them. Part of my stress (actually the most major part of it) is that I feel I'm not doing as much as I should with my life, my house isn't ever as clean or nice as it could be, I'm not earning the money I could be earning, ect ect. I know that I'm doing exactly what I need to do, writing is what makes me happy and well, even though I'm not earning a lot doing it, and my house doesn't have to be perfect because no one cares. I'm working on accepting all those truths so that I can make sure I make it to where I want to be and still be healthy enough to enjoy those things I want to do when I get there.

Hello Aracnae: The Skeezyks celebrates your insight!

Thanks for the reminder! I often feel the same and have to tell myself what I do is enough. Be good to yourself

Good insight, thanks for sharing!