I slept in my new bed for the first time last night.
I haven’t had a bed in two years. I’ve either slept on an air mattress or the floor.
I’m a poor.
For me, a bed was a luxury that was out of my budget.
I’ve also had chronic unmet basic needs my entire life. As a result, I’m often completely OK with crumbs.
I’m just now learning that I’m worthy and deserving of more. My needs matter. My wants aren’t too much. (Shoutout to therapy, for real.)
I woke up sore and tender today.
I realized that my back needed an extra layer of support.
The first thought that crossed my mind was what an ungrateful ass I was.
“You wanted a bed, you got a bed, now shut the fuck up.”
But I don’t wanna anymore. I want to be kind to myself because I deserve care.
We all do.
All that to say, I added a foam topper to my Amazon wishlist. If anyone feels called to send softness my way (emotional and physical) that would be beautiful.
Your needs and wants matter, please remember that.
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