I Tried Saying Yes

In my ongoing efforts to push back against PTSD symptoms, I decided to say yes to everything this weekend. I didn’t die, I’m not freaked out and refusing to leave my house ever again and I had a pretty good time.

Who knew?

I said yes to things that required me to drive, even though driving was not always easy for me and I had to do a lot of work on calming while driving about.

I didn’t get much sleep the first night, and I didn’t let that keep me home the next night, which led to a lot of great relationship building on many fronts.

I checked in with myself a lot and gave myself the option to bail out and head home any time I wanted. Turns out I didn’t need to.

I got as much work done as I could, and then I set it down to do other things and didn’t beat myself up for it.

I let myself learn and observe and be present.

I practiced gratitude.

I left when I was over it, politely but firmly.

I sweated my guts out helping out a friend and in return got a huge return of creative energy. Then I slept the best I have in a long time.

I didn’t stop until I was ready to stop and pushed myself through the old mindsets.

I was honest, kind and open, even when I got annoyed.

I am really, really grateful that I was able to take the risk and say yes.