I was talking with my counselor today and reflecting on what it means to take care of myself. I had been attending a caregiver group at the Aging Center for a couple of years, which was helpful to some degree. After my dad died last year, I knew I was a mess. I tried a couple of grief support groups which were beneficial to some extent, but I was still struggling. The facilitator of the caregiver group highly recommended I go to individual counseling and connected me with the program. As difficult as it was, I started going. Not too long ago, I also started meeting with a Stephen Minister at the prompting of the people I had connected with at the church. She is more of a spiritual guide as we talk and pray about my relationship with God. I do feel myself more accepting and at peace. As I was reviewing all of this today, I realized that working on my mental, emotional, and spiritual state of being was the best form of caring for myself I could do. It not only helps to settle me, it makes me a better person for those I love. Even though I knew I was a mess, it was hard for me to accept help. I knew God could just fix me, but I am also not strong enough to go it on my own. I still have much work to do, but acknowledging progress was very encouraging. I am grateful for those who strongly directed me to get help and those who listen to me, pray with me, and help me to unravel my mess within.

I Found God today in the help He has provided.