The Exaustion of being Brave
So here is the hard truth, the one that I think sometimes people don’t say. Being brave, having miracle moments, beating the odds, overcoming a traumatic situation are quite possibly the most exhausting moments of your life…ahem…I’m exhausted.
Bravery to me, is like sitting on the shore line and letting wave after wave hit you, it feels unending and there is so much power behind every moment. (Hence, all the wave photos throughout this post). There are always those instances, where “being brave” seems like it might have its perks. You feel this flush of love from those around you, you are told that you strengthened their faith, or its been inspiring to watch you bravely face something and they are now ready to go live life to the fullest. For a time this keeps you going and pushes you forward.
Then in the quiet moments that come after the initial rush, you are left with an exhausted shell…you realize you will have to choose bravery over and over again and it’s going to drain every ounce of energy you have.
I don’t want to let anyone down by saying what I’m really thinking, but it has to be said…
“Being brave is the pits! Pass me my heating pad and turn on a cheesy movie, cause I need to just ride out this moment.”
I realize that for some people struggling with chronic illness like me, they have to face the exhaustion of bravery on a daily basis. I’ve recently had these moments where I feel myself waking up from my sickness coma that I have been in and see some of my very close friends battling bravery in some pretty intense life decisions and situations. Which leads me to believe that this bravery thing is forced upon most of us. I would love to live in a world where I wake up and I am blissfully unaware that anything is wrong…instead of my day feeling like you just watched a marathon of Nicholas Sparks movies.
Henry David Thoreau said “The brave man braves nothing, nor knows he of his bravery.” No offense, but Thoreau had it wrong. I’ve been aware of every moment in where I had to be brave and I’ve felt every draining minute. I know those of you who are struggling through your own bravery workout know exactly what I’m talking about.
I’m now at this impasse…I know my recovery trail, my life, will continue to force me into moments of bravery…but to be honest I’m quite tired of the toll bravery takes on my soul and my body. It’s almost like I have to brave, bravery itself. So I’ve started to try anything I can do to help fight the exhaustion I feel and I thought maybe if I shared it with you guys, then it might help someone else or even inspire other ideas!
- Be proud of the little steps…I once congratulated myself for pouring milk into the cereal bowl instead of just eating it dry. Don’t judge, bravery takes every ounce of energy!
- Treat yourself…I buy the fancy cucumber water at the store and some exotic cheese that makes me feel adventurous.
- Open a window or step outside or change your scenery…I’ve noticed when I’m battling something, I’m focused just on that. Changing my view, letting some light in or feeling fresh air can break up that exhaustion I feel.
- Take care of your body as if you are continually running a race. Bravery is draining mentally but physically it takes its toll. My aches, my pains and sometimes, no joke, my hair feels weaker when thrust into the exhaustion of bravery. So drink more water, heat those sore muscles and keep stretching it out.
I know that none of those things cure what I’m battling or what others are fighting, but hopefully it’s a start. What I want to know is what others are doing to help battle the exhaustion of bravery? I would love to hear any tips or tricks you have used!
For now I will continue to view bravery for what it is…an exhausting daily battle, that I hope someday to win and then promptly celebrate by taking a well deserved nap.
This has been another View from the Recovery Trail and I send it out with love!