Here are some of the practices I’ve found that help me cultivate self-compassion, even on the hardest and most painful days.
Health and wellness touch each of us differently. This is one person’s story.
Upon entering the store, I did the usual scan with my eyes: How many sets of stairs are there? How many chairs? Where’s the door if I need to step out?
In the time it took me to calculate, my friends had disappeared into the colorful basement, their hands trailing on the racks of odd dresses and jackets as they went.
I took a deep breath, swallowed my misplaced anger, and took a seat near the door. It wasn’t their fault, I reminded myself. Our culture is not set up for understanding bodies that function differently. How could they know what it’s like to be shaking as I walked?