How Yoga and Meditation Helped My Friendships
My friend Brigid came to town this week to spend a little one on one time with me and to take a mommy break. She's one of those people who can just go, go, go all day long. She always looks at life from the bright side. She is a chatterer, a booster, a lift me up kind of gal, the kind of person you would call when you get into a tizzy or you feel depressed, because you know she will, with no seemingly great effort, lift you right up and have you believing you are the best thing since sliced bread in no time at all. And not in a fake sort of way. She really does believe you are the best in the world.
Becoming a Better Friend Requires Self-Love
Before I began studying and practicing yoga and meditation, I really struggled with depression, something people with difficult pasts often do. I really had a hard time seeing the bright side of anything, and thus, hung around with anyone who would listen to me complain about life. And they complained with me. We were all just one big unhappy complaining party. It is one thing to feel depressed and quite another to know that you are milking the depression cow for everything it's worth.
Practicing yoga and meditation required me to take an honest look at myself, which, of course, knowing I was milking the cow, I was ready to do. In the process of slowing down and becoming still, you have no one to be with but yourself. I can tell you, as a person, who for many years, had no self-worth, this was no easy task. Meditate??? For years, I didn't want to feel anything. I didn't think I was capable of sitting down quietly without getting a headache from all the junk that lived rent free in my head. I couldn't imagine being alone with myself, not that I minded being physically alone, as long as I had something to do. Actually, I preferred being alone, as I thought no one would really want to be around me.
Here's the thing: I WAS WRONG!
SLOWING DOWN AND BECOMING STILL IS EXACTLY WHAT I NEEDED TO SEE MYSELF FOR WHO I TRULY AM: WONDERFUL
Practicing yoga and meditation has, quite literally, relieved me of antidepressants, and has helped me realize my self-worth. I'm not this ugly person I thought I was. Sometime along the way, I had programmed myself into believing that I wasn't worth much. I walked around with a wall around me, pretending everything was fine, and complaining, among many other distractions, was just another way to keep myself from facing my own truths. I judged others as harshly I judged myself. But I was also lifted by so many people who crossed my path.
People like my friend Brigid constantly help me see my own brilliance. We help each other. I have quite a few friends like this, friends I no longer sit and complain with, but with which great synergy resides. I have found that the people with in the yoga communities I frequent elevate each other. I have found that through self-love I am a better friend. I listen, support and try to elevate the energy around me just by allowing myself to be who I really am. Loving. Supportive. Elevating.
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