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Before the coffee induced anxiety kicked in...
When the book hangover hits...
Time to cry!
This is what 24 looks like
INTERNAL STRUGGLE: having the M6 be my first motorway journey vs letting someone else drive my car. Guess which one won?
Apparently we're both American history nerds now. He insisted we take this.
My Thursday evening was better than yours (at Chester, Cheshire)
When you're tired as fuck but your hair looks good...
When you walk into book club and immediately get handed this. Some of the cards had already been filled in Fighting your own brain sucks. Struggling alone sucks. Talking about it sucks. But it sucks a little less if there are people around that know what you're going through, want to help and know what kinds of things help. Talk about your shit. It doesn't cure anything but it makes it easier.
I reached my limit and then kept going (and going and going and going) And it reminded me that rest is not a bad thing. It is a necessary thing. I may have had three anxiety attacks in three days but I've been able to cope with them a lot better having rested over the weekend. Its still rough but I'm not so exhausted today. And, fuck, am I thankful for that.
It's been said a million different times, in a million different ways but this song came to me when I needed it most one grey September day about 2 and a half years ago. It continues to remind me to get up one more time than you fall. This was the first song that came one when I hit shuffle this morning. The universe knew I needed this song today. Just like it knew the first time I needed it. To everyone who has checked in with me today. I see you. I appreciate you. Thank you.
It's been said a million different times, in a million different ways but this song came to me when I needed it most one grey September day about 2 and a half years ago. It continues to remind me to get up one more time than you fall. This was the first song that came one when I hit shuffle this morning. The universe knew I needed this song today. Just like it knew the first time I needed it. To everyone who has checked in with me today. I see you. I appreciate you. Thank you.
Dear @theblurtfoundation, know that even though your box arrived late this month, it arrived EXACTLY when I needed it to. It always does. Much love xxx #blurtfoundation #BlurtBuddyBox #mentalhealthawareness
After spending, about an hour, writing the caption for this post, I spent a further hour debating whether or not to post it. I've bitten the bullet. Not for sympathy or pity or attention. But because I need people to know. Here goes. I've been struggling for a while now. However long you think that is - no. Longer than that. I'm exhausted. Before I even started, I'm tired and in the past 3 weeks I've passed my driving test, bought a car, and driven in a car by myself for the first time. I've applied for a job, had an interview for that job and learnt I didn't get that job. The weekends weren't restful either: family, small children, garage clear outs etc. I'm exhausted. All the while, the irrational, anxious, depressed voice in my head has been screaming (think pterodactyl screams if you want an audio reference) at a volume level of 90. The rational side of my brain has been fighting valiantly though redundently at a volume level of 10. I'm exhausted. My coping mechanism is avoidance. I ignore my thoughts during the day in order to not let them overwhelm me. This only makes things worse when I finally let myself think. But it's the only way I can get through the day. I'm exhausted. Instead of coming straight home from work and sleeping, I went food shopping, bought vegetables not junk food, put that food away and cooked myself an actual meal. I struggled through every step. I'm exhausted. I feel better for having struggled through the food shop and cooking. Self care. It's the small things really. I'm still fucking exhausted.
Sunshine, pancakes and ducks. Spring... *full disclosure: not pictured the UNHEALTHY amount of self loathing and exhaustion caused by constantly battling on both the rational and irrational side of by brain's war
If anyone wants to take over the battle in my head, I'll be glad of the reprieve
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