One week has passed since I started holding myself accountable for getting healthier and intentionally working to have a more positive sense of self. I told myself (and the internet) that I would journal and read the Bible. Thankfully, I can say that this first week has been a success.
At first I wasn’t quite sure what medium of self-reflection I wanted to tackle, but my daily journal entry has ended up being a daily poem. I’ll be in the shower or brushing my teeth at night and have no idea what I am going to write; however, each time I sit down before bed and pick up a pen, the words seem to flow out onto the page as if they had been waiting to be released. Later on, if I want to look back on this week, I now have 7 poems that will help to set the scene. Some are more serious, and some are more simple. I think that is how life is though, for some days test you more than others.
Poetry: by Gabriela Czereszko
I like to write,
What can I say?
It makes me calm on stressful days.
It takes my thoughts which once we’re jumbled
And reigns them in,
All nice and funneled.
Grammar?
That’s my choice.
Punctuation?
Intentional.
If it rhymes,
That’s fine.
If not?
Cool
Big themes and little things
My day in lines and verses.
Anxiety is poetry.
Before it has been written.
After mentioning that I wanted to get more into Scripture in my last blog post, I was overwhelmed with people reaching out to me and offering encouragement and suggestions. I definitely have a lot of material to tackle, and I am honestly very excited about it. I am happy to say that I have successfully read in the book of Mark each day, as Noah said it would be a great place to start. I am not sure if the Bible ever directly mentions healing for those that have disordered thoughts associated with food, but I am finding wisdom in the Word. Even as I only start out in Mark, it is incredible to read about how Jesus loved and cared for people by performing miracles to make sure they had enough to eat.
Mark 6:41-42 “Taking the five loaves and the two fish and looking up to heaven, he gave thanks and broke the loaves. Then he gave them to his disciples to set before the people. He also divided the two fish among them all. They all ate and were satisfied.”
Slowly but surely, I will become the woman that I know I can be. Slowly but surely, I will get stronger with a lot of Jesus and a little poetry.
P.S: This picture is a throwback to my time in Ireland and my favorite place on Earth. Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
