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In my twenties, I had such severe stomach pain that I landed in the ER and was on medical leave from work. But the doctors never found anything. Looking back now, I realize it was anxiety manifesting in my body – but even medical professionals couldn’t identify that.
This time last year, I was experiencing a severe case of anxiety and it’s best friend, depression. The thing is, I’ve experienced it my whole life – yes, even while achieving all these major professional & personal milestones – so I didn’t know anything different. But I knew things were getting worse. “Most people I met were not worth meeting and most experiences I had were not worth having.” I thought about this quote from “Waitress” a lot, and often I wanted to just stop existing. For. No. Reason. I had everything and yet I felt nothing inside. ❤️ Thank goodness through the support of my incredible husband, close friends, and doctors, I was able to get help and it’s been the best thing I’ve ever done. Things are better now than they were 10 years ago; science is proving the brain-body link to be real.
I wish mental health wasn’t so stigmatized that we don’t know how to seek help to address it. We allllll need mental health support, the same way we need to eat healthy and work out our bodies. There’s no shame in that. I respect and admire the hell out of everyone who faces their demons. It was scary as hell to share this, but if it helps just one of you feel less alone and know it gets better, it’s worth it. ❤️ Love you, my fellow warriors. #mentalhealthawareness #itsokaytonotbeokay #goodtypetuesday #tomorrowneedsyou
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There is a magic to saying YES to life, but there is also a great magic in saying NO and defending against saying yes to things that take you away from what makes you you. If something makes you happy, makes you yourself, don’t forget about it. Defend it, guard it and remember it. ⠀
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It has been nearly 13 years since Frank McCourt publishes Angela’s Ashes. The sad, sweet memoir of his childhood in Ireland, marked by poverty, hunger, and the Catholic Church. His father, Malachy worked very little, and drank most of what he earned. McCourt spent his life listening to his father spin tales and fables, which made life endurable for the children. McCourt writes with a wry wit that makes his miserable childhood easier to read. While the reader feels heartbroken for the family, it is hard not to find the family endearing in their way. ⠀
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How do you get ready for the week? 5 years ago if you had told me that I would spend Sundays prepping, I would have asked if you had the wrong number. I just thought I wasn’t the “type” of person who plans. I figured there was Type A, Type B, and I was comfortably a Type P, maybe Q. Then I realized that I spent a heck of a lot of time running late, running around like a chicken with its head cut off, and very little got accomplished in all of that running. I was exhausted, and dizzy, and all I had done was miss 3 appointments, run late for 6, dropped my daughter off for school AFTER circle time and sometimes with a lunch that made Miss Hubbard’s cupboard look like a Halloween Feast in the Great Hall at Hogwarts. My friends and family would work to show me how useful lists were, and I just smiled and reminded them that that wasn’t for me.⠀
C’mon, you guys, do you think that Katniss would have taken down Coin if she was aiming behind her? No! She would have hit all the supporters standing behind her. Understand that your difficulties are there, yes. They may feel insurmountable right now, but remember, instead of letting the pull of the string drag you all the way back, instead of thinking that it is there to turn you around and keep you from heading where you want to go, remember, by pulling the string back, Katniss could launch her arrow and defeat her enemies at the Capitol. Keep your eye on your target, even if your head is barely above water right now. Keep your focus and aim.⠀
I love the age my kids are now, even though I sometimes miss their little hands and funny toddler sayings. I love that they are old enough to pull out a board game and play with their friends, no adult intervention needed. I would like to say they are more low maintenance, but that’s not really true. There is a different level of care needed at this age – more emotional, and sometimes downright philosophical. (When my son asked me about religions vs. atheism, you guys… 😳)⠀