Be honest, the last time you cried yourself to sleep - wishing someone would come rescue you, wishing it could all just be over - wasn’t the first time. It probably wasn’t the second, third, or fourth time you had those desperate, frantic, dark thoughts either. Which is why I say that in those lowest, weakest, most heartbreaking moments, you are actually at your strongest.
Hear me out.
You haven’t been rescued. No knight in shining armor has come and slayed a dragon for
My bag got searched by security.
No, no, nothing bad. It got flagged as suspicious because of the enormous bag of peanut m&m's inside. Apparently that quantity of hard candy and legume looks bizarre through an X-ray machine (also, as learned on a previous trip, a wheel of semi-hard cheese with a rind looks like explosives... anyway, I digress). I travel a lot. I’m used to the hustle of airports. And I have been stopped by security more than a few times, though never because
I'm a doughnut feen. I know that processed sugars do nothing good to help me in my fight with depression and anxiety- that's been scientifically proven- but sometimes I just have to have one. So here's where I try to find balance... I refuse to deprive myself of something I want to eat (like a dough nut) but I watch how often and how much I eat of such "treats". I hate elimination diets because they aren't plausible to keep up for a lifetime. I don't believe in the crazy fad
I don't remember ever talking about mental health in school. The closest thing to a mental illness that we discussed were eating disorders. I remember hearing the words 'depression' and 'anxiety' but I didn't realize for a very long time that they were diseases. I didn't know you could be diagnosed with such. I thought anxiety was just another way of saying stressed... that came with the holidays, with errands, with mortgage payments, that type of thing! I didn't know that so
The voices in our heads don't always say what we want to hear.
They get fixated on something and run wild, they randomly shut down, they make no sense and perfect sense simultaneously. They shout sometimes and yet other times, have nothing to say when we most need their insight. That is how I write as well. The characters of my books - the voices of my mind - are their own reality, but you as the reader give them power. You choose to make sense of their message, you choose