My mental health has really taken a nosedive recently. I think it’s a combination of a bad reaction to my new meds, exhaustion, everyday ableism and losing function in my hands.
Whatever the reason, I’ve been feeling so anxious and depressed and much more suicidal than usual.
I have, however, been holding on. Surviving. Taking each day as it comes.
Drastically reducing my time on Twitter has helped. It’s not just the drama or infighting. It’s the bad news in the world getting me down. So, I’ve also avoided newspapers, tv news. Trying to stay in a bubble as much as possible. So I’m out of the loop when it comes to what Trump or May said next, what storm or earthquake has hit where, how close we may or may not be to witnessing a nuclear war.
Limiting bad news has helped me hold on.
Other things that help are:
Taking a stroll outdoors at least once a day. Even if it’s only in my garden.
Talking to my plants and my pets.
Taking my time and really savouring my cup of tea or coffee.
Playing video games, especially with my kids.
Doing some colouring and sharing finished pictures with my friends.
Watching comedies on Netflix (I really recommend Norsemen by the way)
Trying to limit how much moaning and complaining I do. Yes, it’s good not to bottle it up, but I tend to then get caught in a spiral of negativity that doesn’t do me any good.
Writing, writing and more writing. You may have noticed I’ve been writing a post a day lately.
And, with the help of all of the above, I’ve been holding on, treading water instead of drowning. And I do believe it’s going to be ok.