Dear Friends and Fellow Bloggers – I hope that you are as well as you can be. I have been struggling lately. It’s hard to get up, move my cinder blocks of feet and generally find a reason to get and stay up. I think that my blog has often been the space where I try and encourage you and me to be upbeat. Write and tell you all the sunshiney steps to take to happiness kingdom when I at best regularly feel like a deflating balloon. Although I believe it’s possible to obtain some level of stability, mental illness is cruel and whips the carpet out from underneath you when least expected. Often, these unexpected jerks are so fierce that the impact takes longer and longer to get up from.
When this happens the most significant “thing” that I feel is taken from me is the safety to be. I do not feel safe to be happy, safe to sleep or safe from the impending doom that’s probably just in my head. It’s so real in my experience, and the clenches regularly on my heart are truly gripping. It’s exhausting and sometimes I close my eyes just asking for reprieve, a full night’s sleep, a day without a yo-yo of emotions or brief reminders of things you no longer what to know. Life now is difficult enough already and much worse when your biggest challenge is within yourself.
I’ve tried so many ways to protect myself from feeling like this, adhere stringently, try to sit in the sun, go to bed at a good time regardless mental illness happened and it does end up in you literally feeling blue and downhearted. I know that this is not the destination. I know that I just have to keep trudging along. But I am tired now and feel battered after the last year. Maybe you do too. The last longest time. If it doesn’t improve, I will go and see my mental health team. It’s challenging and hard but I know that I will get to the end of the tunnel somehow. Stay blessed.