My Condition Is Incurable, So Why Bother Trying to Get Better?

Side of the Hand: Even though my condition is incurable… so why bother trying to get better… I deeply and profoundly love and accept myself anyway.

Even though my condition is incurable… so why bother trying to get better… I deeply and profoundly accept who I am.

Even though I’ve been told that my condition is incurable… I accept who I am and accept how I feel.

Top of the Head: My condition is incurable.
Eyebrow: So why bother trying to get better?
Side of the Eye: My condition is incurable.
Under the Eye: Why bother trying to get better?
Under the Nose: (skip)
Chin: I’ve been told that my condition is incurable.
Collarbone: So why try to get better?
Under the Arm: My condition is incurable! That’s the truth! So why bother trying to get better?

Take a slow breath.

Side of the Hand: Even though my condition is incurable… that’s what I’ve been told… so why bother trying to get better… I deeply and profoundly accept myself no matter what.

Even though I’ve been told by the experts that my condition is incurable… I accept who I am and I accept my body.

Even though I’ve been told that my condition is incurable… I deeply and profoundly love and accept myself.

Top of the Head: What if they were wrong?
Eyebrow: Maybe I’m not incurable…
Side of the Eye: I can feel my vibration changing.
Under the Eye: I don’t think my condition is incurable.
Under the Nose: But I was believing what they told me.
Chin: I feel curable!
Collarbone: And that feels good.
Under the Arm: I think I feel curable.

Top of the Head: I think I might be curable.
Eyebrow: I think it is worth trying to get better.
Side of the Eye: I choose to get better.
Under the Eye: I am going to try and get better.
Under the Nose: I have this feeling that I am already getting better.
Chin: I have this feeling that I am already getting better!
Collarbone: I’m curable.
Under the Arm: And I love feeling this vibration of relief!

Take a slow breath.