You ever been so tired your bones hurt?
You ever been so tired your eyes were heavy and your head nodded to the side?
You ever felt so tired that you could feel real tears forming in your eyes because all you wanted was to be able to sleep?
My worst fear in life is to feel this type of exhaustion again. To feel so much in a daze about reality that I wanted a break from being awake. I’ve become this exhausted more than one time, and I’m so afraid of feeling like this again. I’m afraid of the headaches, the irritation, the hunger, the dissociation, the lack of energy, and the anxiety that comes with it.
While my sleeping patterns will probably never get to where they need to be, I can always count on being able to sleep through the mornings while I gather myself to live through the next day.
College and food service jobs exhausted me so much I just want to be in bed. I want to recover and be able to sleep as much as I need to. I guess that’s why I’m afraid of getting another job.
I don’t want to feel this type of exhaustion again.
I just made a twitter…after 100000 years!
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Before I developed anxiety, I would push myself to my limit. My perfectionism didn’t allow me to do anything but my best, and because of that I never looked at myself or my health before making decisions. In my days after college living with anxiety, making decisions about everything has to be thought out with my health first changing my approach on life entirely.
I’ve been in the most uncomfortable situations because I have to explain to people that I can’t. I’ve never known myself to not do something because of my mental health, but the past 2 years have been both humiliating and embarrassing. I have to measure stress levels in environmens, decide what’s best for me based on whether I would get overwhelmed or not and it’s not been easy what’s so ever.
I’ve learned, however, that because of my anxiety I’m the most important person in my life. If I want to heal, I have to put myself first no matter who judges me and thinks that I’m weak, overexagerating, or believes what I’m going through is not real. Although I’ve cried having this realization many times in the past year, I can say that I refuse to have another panic attack another day in my life. I will not backtrack my healing to make money or satisfy anyone’s inability to see the realness in my struggle.
I’m my first priority and I will find peace in my mental chaos. I will surround myself with things that are good and not allow anyone to tell me that I’m crazy.
I love myself and will continue with my healing in ways that I know best. The only person who can tell me how to heal me is me. I will heal by understanding and knowing myself.
My healing will progress by me having a voice about my well-being.
Sometimes I wonder if something is wrong with me. How is it that I can love deeply like this? I think of the ways that can make someone else smile. I spend hours looking for something or thinking up ideas on ways I can express my love. Why? Is it that serious? But then I feel bad because sometimes I don’t get the magnitude of love back that I’m giving so I break down. I feel betrayed. Why do I love like this? Even when I can’t afford to love like I do, I’ll go broke drowning in my giving.
I wish I can give the world when I can’t. I’m working too hard to get the love I’m letting out. I don’t want to look crazy for being creative with my love so I feel like I’m retreating to a dark place in my self-esteem. I’m afraid of being hurt and embarrassed for doing too much.
I just want love too.
You are beautiful. That’s it. No comments on weight, diet, or body figure.
While life is continuously challenged and confused by the reality of death and pain, the grieving heart will grieve until life shows its face again.
Being supportive and positive to yourself will go along way in your road to healing and recovering. There are moments whether mentally, physically, or emotionally ill where you just need kind words that will help you through the moment.
A troubled mind or moment won’t last forever and until you can tell that to yourself, struggling will feel like an eternity. Be good to yourself. Think and be encouraging. Speak recovery into the moment of the struggle and the struggle will pass you.
Be brave. That single moment of brave positivity will build your stamina and will catalyst healing.
Things haven’t been good mentally. Sometimes I envy those who don’t struggle mentally, how peaceful and calming that must be? Some days are better than others, but today wasnt one of those days.
Currently in a troubled existance. In the need of good vibes. Been a battle to write or do anything constructive. January 2018 hasn’t been good to me. Going to keep moving anyway.
**Note from January 18th.
Intelligence is not associated with gender. How much work you put in schooling and success efforts in a career paths or interests is what makes you intelligent. Opening your perspective makes you intelligent. Being a woman does not make you less likely to be intelligent. I am intelligent because I pay attention and I care. Associating my intelligence with my gender is an insult to my hard work. I am as I am not what society labels me as.
**Note from January 14th.
Note 21: Listen to one another. Respect each others persective. Learn why they’ve developed that perspective. Talk. Create an understanding of different realities. Become changed. Open your mind.
It’s not enough to hear someone. Listen to what they have to say. Understand them. Changed perspective will grow your mind and create empathy in the way you interact with people who are different from you.
Changed perspective creates peace and justice. Open yourself up to understand.