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My first instinct as a mother and a shepherd is always, “How can I help?”


I routinely set aside my own needs for the needs of others.  Not because I’m so selfless but because that’s how I’m made-I’ve always had the heart of a caretaker.


That’s not a bad thing, most of the time.


But if taking care of others means NOT taking care of myself, then in the end, I’m of no use to anyone.  When I allow every bit of energy-emotional, physical, psychological and spiritual-to drain away until there’s nothing left, I am unable to meet my most basic needs, much less the needs of others.


I’ve written before that grief puts a hole in my bucket It guarantees that no matter how much is poured in, I’m never truly full.


Read the rest here: Grief and Self-Care: Surviving the Unthinkable

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