I do my best to practice selfcare as often as possible because it’s the only way I have a chance. Walking, writing and finding ways to help others is what helps me the most. The physical outlet is very important for me because it not only helps me continue to lose weight and maintain my health but it also burns off the negative energy.
The emotional or mental outlet from writing is what helps me process the things in my life. Finding ways to use my experience to help others is what’s allows me make something positive come from all this.
All of these things work as a form of therapy for me. They help to keep my depression in check and me centered.
When life is this challenging all the time, there’s only so much I can do to keep from going crazy.
I do the best I can but inevitably, I fall short. The guilt of failing, along with feeling this way is immeasurable. I know some of you will get this and I know some of you won’t.
I love my family. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t try to hard or continue picking myself back up and moving forward.
This isn’t about love or devotion. I have both of those things in spades. It’s simply about the reality of the demand and its impact on the very human me.