When people ask how I’m doing these days, I give them the usual depression answers: I’m okay. Fine. Alright. Surviving. Making it. Tired. Do those answers seem indicative of a person doing well? Not really. But are they enough to avoid actually going into detail on how I’m really doing? Most of the time– both… Read More stalled. (the art of busy)
i’m craving rest, but my body is restless. my mind is racing, but it’s completely blank. I’m sweating through my clothes, but am getting chills intermittently. my body aches. my head and back throb. words are going in one ear and out the other. i hear things, but nothing is being comprehended. a deep wave of anxiety… Read More untitled 1000-word ramble.
I am so tired. Yet I can’t sleep. The dark circles under my eyes probably tell you that. There are some days/nights where my anxiety overtakes me down to the bones. There are others where depression calls the shots. Then there are the fun days where both fight for control of my brain. A lot… Read More give me rest.
It started to storm in my neck of the woods shortly before the sun set on this long day. I felt like I was suffocating stuck in this house, so I quietly moseyed outside at the first ring of thunder. I sat down on what barely constitutes a front porch to watch. The thunder and… Read More thank god for storms.
This week’s FMF word: I’m trying. I’m trying to start over, but I can’t figure out where to start. I’m trying to breathe deeply, and not let the anxiety overwhelm my whole body, making me sick as it has a lot the last few days(weeks). I’m trying to not get frustrated and overwhelmed despite… Read More try (five minute friday)
Since moving home, my mental health has taken a huge hit. There are a lot of reasons for this. Leaving my job/my kids so suddenly, transitioning home (which isn’t exactly the healthiest place for me to be in the first place), not having access to counseling, being separated from my community, figuring out job things-–… Read More let go of your grip.