In an anxious mental health slip, I decided the best thing I could do was strip my day back to bare minimum.
Today is one of the days where I kneel humbled by my grief. I am not bowled over by it, I am not stressed about it, I am simply shaken by it.
If you get night terrors; you are not a freak. You are not a freak for feeling anxious, or because you have experienced trauma, or any other reason.
Self care can be defined as this: an activity that helps to improve your mental health and wellbeing without causing stress or anxiety.
In case you missed anything from May…
Motivation feels like a flying bird: in your eye line for a second, and then gone forever more.
Grief sucks but to come out the other side intact, one must go through and accept the process with the courage of a warrior.
Grief is not a one-size-fits-all experience. If you are grieving, be gentle with yourself. Know that everyone copes differently. And when you do fall apart, know it is normal. Make room for it.
I title each post-it “Dear” and the date. It is simple, but wonderful. Plus you don’t harm the book in the process, which is a thought which brings me a lot of simple joy.