I’m Sick of Being Fat
So I made the radical decision to get help on my terms
I have a friend who is a life coach. In fact he started off as my mentor, then became my Pastor and now, whilst he remains both of those things, is now one of my dearest friends.
In his role as mentor, Rob talks about the ‘players box’. Using the analogy of a champion tennis player he encourages his mentees to establish a team of people, four to six, to help them navigate life. Some are always there, others come and go depending on the season of life. Each has a critical but unique role.
Five years ago when I escaped a long term abusive relationship my players box consisted of Rob, my sisters, my doctor, my therapist and a very dear friend. Over the year or so that followed these people each played a crucial part in my first steps to recovery, as I gradually unraveled the long term consequences of this abusive relationship. With their wisdom, help and support I navigated confusion, anger, and the joy of finally being free.
Later, when the consequences of my freedom resulted in overspending and I found myself in unexpected debt my players box changed. Thanks to good advice, accountability and discipline, my segue into crippling debt was relatively short-lived.
