I’m wading through the big sad and I can see the end of the ocean – but I’m not sure I want to get out just yet. It’s a strange kind of addiction – sadness – when you’ve finally learnt to live your life around it you don’t really want to say goodbye to it.
Last week I took the pre-emptive step of taking this coming Monday off work, to create what I am thinking of as my ‘Mental Health Weekend’. To try and get myself back to that happy go lucky loving life and everything about it mindset.
I watched this video a few years ago about the difference between ‘high intensity fun’ and ‘low intensity fun’ and clearly the ideas from it have stuck with me.
We got little Dan from the SPCA about 3 months ago, when he was a shy, teary-eyed little boy. He was afraid of everything, he had health problems as a kitten and couldn’t trust anybody, he broke my heart.
I guess I’m trying to figure out if I can’t hack being around teenagers anymore because I sincerely don’t like them, or I don’t like what they remind me of. It may a little bit of both.
Sometimes the human brain is a slightly unintelligent, highly sadomasochistic beast.
Believe me when I say I am head over freaking heels for the written word. So in my love-drunk stupor, I had a thought about language that frankly blows my little brain.
This week we’re going to discuss my biggest takeaways from my short time in therapy and what kind of therapy I chose to undertake and why. If you are wondering whether it’s worth your while at all, this should give you some idea.