In a conversation with friends about the role that acceptance plays in life and especially in healing, it suddenly clicked with me that everyone literally does the best they can in every given moment. Whether they actually do or not doesn’t need to be debated. Nor do I need to convince anyone to regard me in that way. Most won’t anyway.

For me, that view is the escape hatch into an existence where I am no longer burdened or defined by what others have done that hurt me and I’m also able to hold onto all the good things of the past. I don’t have to actively cut anyone out of my life, though I may create safe spaces around myself and my brain so I can continue to foster that perspective and remain healed.

It also keeps me self-aware and always asking myself what is my best in every given moment. It’s a gift to myself and to everyone who cares for me. It keeps my own story alive and well and full of positivity.

Here’s one of latest and best books I read while in the hospital for a few days.