Perfect Just The Way I Am

Every Sunday I sit down and fill up my medicine container for the coming week.  This past Sunday, my daughter took the chair beside me and simply asked "Mommy, what is each pill for?"  This unfolded into a beautiful conversation about my physical and mental health.  I explained to her how the medications support my need to take care of myself and how they help keep me healthy. 

My daughter and I discussed the fact that every person has a different brain and that mine is especially unique.  We talked about the diagnosis of bipolar disorder and how my brain cells do not properly send signals to one another.  We discussed how the medicine creates a bridge from one cell to another.  And that this process supports a healthy brain and therefore a more healthy Mommy.  

I also reminded her that one of my doctors is a counselor.  And we talked about the differences and similarities between physical therapy and mental health therapy.  I explained that I go to physical therapy for my arm to help it heal.  And that I see a mental health therapist to support the continued healing of my brain.  Within 5 minutes my pill container was filled and my daughter hopped out of the chair and went to play in the other room.  

I call my pills the "medication cocktail" that supports my mental health and heals my physical ailments.  Even with prescription medications and vitamins, there is a dark side of my brain that tells me I am worthless.  And when these bad thoughts come sneaking in, I acknowledge them for what they are, remind myself that it is my brain having an unhealthy moment, and I imagine the bad thought passing through my ears and out into the world.  And when in doubt, I slide my feet into high heels and gently remind myself that I am perfect just the way that I am.  

Love Note:  With all my heart, I genuinely request that due to the content written, please seek the guidance of professional help should you feel you need it.