My own diagnosis...
Why me? I would soon ask myself.
Beyond this train of thought, I would soon ask another question.
Who was I if I wasn’t in that space?
The following 12 months became a strange, uncertain time. I had become fully devoted to self-care and reflection, ironically the same treatment I would have suggested to any dear friend or client.
During this period of my life, I found myself grateful for always trying to empower my clients regarding their choices and supporting them in whatever way necessary. I had learnt to appreciate this approach from the other side of the fence and would feel the sting of judgement when others clearly didn’t agree with my choices. I started re-phrasing my initial question.
Statistically, half of us by the age of 85 will have a cancer diagnosis. A cancer diagnosis usually results in cancer treatment, which can lead us on the unpleasant roller coaster of surgeries, chemotherapy, radiotherapy and other potential treatments.
Do we need this or another serious challenge before we allow ourselves the time and compassion to genuinely prioritise our own self-care?
As therapists, we are generally a caring bunch with a people-focussed approach. Let this be a friendly reminder that we must care for ourselves in order to care for others! P.s. If you've made it this far, thank you and I hope you enjoyed the read!