Perhaps the most important piece of climbing out of the pit of depression or unsticking myself from the realm of disordered eating? Being reminded that I’m truly, on the deepest level, enough and okay. I’m not bad, broken, or a failure. I’m a human. When I remember this, my energy (and focus) opens up. Other things are now possible.
When I head into a funk, I can’t get out of it until I shift my energy. Nothing will change until it does.