The I Beneath the Label: Part Two (2 of 2)
The last stretch of the guide. What is left when the label comes off is not a patient. It is you, breathing.
The harlequin. Knows how to get it done, and doesn't mind if it stings a little. Nicely.
The last stretch of the guide. What is left when the label comes off is not a patient. It is you, breathing.
The descent, done properly. It will be uncomfortable in places, and you are allowed to laugh on the way down.
Your chemistry is a record, not a verdict. Keep your doctor on the team and keep going.
Show up for yourself first, until you stop arriving at love starving. And no, your wound is not a permission slip to wound anyone else.
Someone who loves you handed you this. Do not stop your medication because of anything here; do read on, because the label was never the whole of you.
Here is the actual descent. The pain is serious and the journey is not, so laugh when you can and do not make the wound your address.
The end of the guide and the start of the walk. You do not need a rescue. You need the floor, and you are standing on it.
This is not a self-help book and it is not therapy. It is four doors, and I am going to walk you to the one at your back.
Nobody arrives healed, so stop waiting to be finished before you love. Walk in unfinished and do not run when it gets hard.
The bottle was never the enemy, and you are not powerless. Part Two is the work itself, one honest step at a time.
First rule: stay alive. If you drink every day, see a doctor before you stop. Then sit down, because the floor was always under you and we are going to find it.
Welcome. Pick up the shovel, because we are taking off every label the machine stapled to you. It will not be painless, but it is the easiest part.