Hi! Remember me? I’d forgive you if you forgot. I’ve kind of forgotten how to write, actually, it’s been so long. I last posted on the blog over a month ago and, in that time, I’ve had one guest post from a brand and I’ve written one guest post for another blogger. Actually, on that note, you should absolutely check out Lucy’s blog (who I wrote the guest post for) and catch up on her body stories series because it’s really wonderful.
So, yes, I’ve been fairly absent. Not just absence of blog posts but absence of tweeting and ‘gramming and pinning and everything, really. I can’t honestly explain what happened but I just woke up one day and fell out with it all.
If you live with a mental health condition like anxiety or depression, it’s probably not unusual for you to feel like you can’t, or don’t want to leave the house sometimes.
Tell me if this is familiar:
You go to bed determined tomorrow will be productive. But, when you wake up, you feel different. It’s one of those days. No matter how much you tell yourself to get up, get on with it, this is silly, you have so much to do; you just can’t seem to. It’s like there’s something physically stopping you. The thought of going outside is overwhelming.
I read Peta’s post with the same title a couple of weeks ago. It was my #SundayFavourite on Twitter that week because it was just a lovely read, and very relatable. But, the thing is, I’m still thinking about it.
It’s a funny thing because, really, most of the time we’re thinking about what we want. What we want for dinner, which movie we want to see, where we want to go this weekend. I’m a very introspective person and I’m always thinking about what I want from life.
One of the main reasons I quit my job was because it was most definitely what I didn’t want. I got a big sense that I shouldn’t be wasting my very precious time on something that made me so unhappy.