Everyone has their moments where all they’re trying to do is make it to the end of the day. Sometimes, it may be just trying to survive the hour. Regardless of the situation that put you there, getting out of the ‘rut’ always proves to be the most difficult.
This past weekend, my mental health took a nose dive. It took every ounce of mental srength available to get out of bed, get ready for the day and do what was needed. It may have been bare minimum at best, but it got done. The majority of the weekend was spent just trying to breathe and reset. It go the job done, though.
The mental load that I’ve been expected to carry, the daily grind that I’m expected to plow through, the societal expectations that have insist on staying, the expectations that I have to be the one to reach out if I need help, the unending new daily tasks that need to get done, the lack of a support system within close physical proximity to help ease the burden, what feels like the lack of resources for those in need, etc. I could go on, but would it be worth it? Would I even be heard? Am I even being heard now? Do I have to keep repeating myself? Why should I even have to repeat myself? Why am I being made to fell like I’m talking to a brick wall?
So, yes, this past weekend, all I did was go through the motions. The only thing that got me through it was finding time to breathe.
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