It’s been a couple days since I’ve published a blog post. I struggled last week and by Thursday I was exhausted. Then Friday came and went, Saturday I was blessed with a migraine and spent the entire day in bed. Just like that… it’s Sunday.
Today, I feel like myself again. Last week I had to explain my anxiety and myself a lot. It amazes me how exhausting it is when you have to explain your mental illness again and again to someone who doesn’t understand. I deal with enough negative self talk, that when someone else questions my abilities or my choices it magnifies the hurt I feel immensely. I’m constantly working on not taking things personally and being kind to myself. Building myself up, instead of tearing myself down. Some days, I just can’t block out the negativity of others. I need to work on this, I know. But for the first time I believe I can change. Let me tell you, it’s a wonderful feeling.
I have hopes and dreams. I’m working towards these and enjoying every minute of it. I can see myself doing wonderful things and when you have depression it tries to take that from you. I’m excited to do wonderful, new things and when you have anxiety, it hopes you don’t do anything new.
I’m fighting my demons. I’m pushing my boundaries. I’m believing in myself and in my future.
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