It’s never sat right with me—calling myself by that term. *SINGLE* Defining myself by the thing I lack.
I was genuinely more happy once I lost myself in my life and in possibility.
my time isn’t about me “pampering myself,” it’s about me surviving...
I have diligently tried over the last two, maybe three, years to not let my relationship status deter or define me.
Becky's Voice now:
In counseling today I told him that I want to drown myself. Then at the end I told him I want to kill somebody. Then I quoted from a pin: "I used to be a people person, but people ruined that for me." He laughed. He knows I'm not serious about those things, just a way of saying how I feel.
He says I see myself as "broken", but I am not. His advice, is to count my blessings. I know that sounds cliche, but he didn't say it like that. It's more about living in the now and, like Jennifer said, in possibility.
The thing is I've felt broken my whole life. elementary school, HS, my mission, college, YSA life- all of it- I felt broken, and I thought marriage would fix me- I'd have someone to love me, to put cement in the cracks and make me whole and better. Not just better-not-sick-anymore, but better as in a better me. I also wanted marriage so someone would take care of me and so I would fit in and to be on the right path and to have children.
I got married and I got more broken and couldn't even take care of myself let alone him.
Jason, my counselor says I'm not broken. OK, I'll try and believe that. Depressed- yes, beaten down- yes, unsure- yes, but I am whole- I guess.
Jewels song "Hands" ran through my mind in counseling.
My hands are small I know but they aren't yours they are my own,
and I am never broken.... In the end, only kindness matters.
I'm still trying to convince myself. I think you'll be able to tell when I believe it.