One step at a time. That’s how my life started over again. One step at a time.
I was paralyzed. I couldn’t leave my house. I couldn’t move. My anxiety had taken hold and it wasn’t letting go. The day I noticed my children taking on some of my behaviour, I knew I had to make a choice. Get help or risk my kids being trapped in survival instead of truly living. Thriving.
I went for help, got my plan in place and realized that this wouldn’t happen overnight. There is no quick fix. No easy route. HOWEVER… it also wasn’t going to involve taking on tasks that were insurmountable. All it was going to take was one step at a time.
One of the most valuable pieces of guidance I received at the beginning was put your shoes on. That’s it. Get off the couch, put your shoes on and decide what to do next. That’s one step closer to moving forward. Once those shoes are on, you surprise yourself with the realization that you can now walk a block. Your shoes are already on, right?
That block led to a five minute walk, then a ten minute walk and with the knowledge that I was now able to move again… I realized that maybe I could start living again too.