Did this title get your attention? No worries! Hear me out….
Do you suffer from anxiety? Anger?
I think it’s far more common that most think.
Anxiety and anger turn me into a bitch faster than fire. Y’all, my first response in many situations is to be an angry bitch. It’s my coping mechanism. It’s my deal when I don’t know how to deal….
Ever since I’ve been married, my anxiety has quadrupled. It’s not that I’m unhappy. I just struggle and fight against the change in my life. And my life is everchanging. ( Thus, the name of my blog.) Change is one thing that is guaranteed NOT to ever change.
Anxiety turns me into a bitch…..a defensive, anxiety riddled, hurtful, venful bitch.
And that’s not really me.
That is NOT who I want to be. But life has happened and I can’t help but take it personally. I’ve been married three times and this was never how I envisioned my life. No child ever dreams of this fairytale.
But Here’s What I Know to be True….
I can be an angry bitch, or I can try to move forward. And moving forward is probably the less easy option. So what do I do to solve this conundrum besides drink a ton of wine and pop Xanax to self-medicate?
For Starters, I Give Myself Time.
I step back when I need to work on myself. I let go of unnecessary obligations that I know will make me feel like a failure. I prioritize and reevaluate the things that are most important to me. I stop people-pleasing and get real with myself. Unfortunately, when I get real with others, it leads to guilt for being honest. Does this sound familiar?
I Research.
I’m not afraid to get help. I read self-help books, I journal. I talk it out. I do all of the things. I really WANT and NEED to better myself.
I Make a Plan.
On a daily basis, I set goals for myself. I create a call to action. How can I be a better person? What can I do to be thankful? How can I do something nice for someone else? How can I realistically meet these goals? When I journal at the end of the day, what will I write? Will I be happy with what I write?
In Conclusion….
I’m so tired of a world that makes one feel bad for focusing on themselves. I’ve accepted the reality that I’ll die alone one day. It’s most likely going to be me, and only me. Why shouldn’t I put myself first? Even if you have spent your entire life raising kids, there is no guarantee that they will take care of you. You have to take care of yourself! Plan for your future! I’m tired of living in a society where self-care is frowned upon. I’ve realized that I must take care of myself before I can take care of anyone else. I have to be my best self before I can be my best self to others.
Feel your feelings….good or bad. Learn how to make your life better for YOU. When you are happier, the rest will fall into place. Only you know what you need. Never feel guilty for being a “bitch”. It’s an opportunity to better yourself and to prioritize.
Be a bitch if it leads you to betterment.
You be the best YOU.
Bitchiness and all.
