I’ve been wanting to come up with a list of helpful anxiety combatants for a while now. Mostly for me, so that I have something tangible to grab onto when my brain goes into lockdown. But in light of all the mental health struggles being tossed around lately, I realize sharing these personal bits could […]
I have to say, she summed it up perfectly.
I can’t believe I plan on spending an entire post on this obvious tip, but …I can count on two fingers the number of times I walked around in Mother Nature last week. Clearly, some of us are not practicing what we preach.
Therefore, I’m totes going to push the advantages of getting outside:
- Nature’s pretty. This prettiness helps instill happiness and inspirational thoughts that just might lead to award-winning poetry (though, you may want to only tell those poems to yourself).
- It smells nice, at least somewhere like a park. I’ve heard you might need air to breathe, too, so bonus!
- As a human with skin (unless you have solar urticaria), you need sunlight to soak up UV rays and make Vitamin D.
- Happy sun rays combat Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD).
- Time outside has a buttload of benefits for your mind. We’re talking improved…
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What did you want to be when you grew up? An astronaut? Fireman? Doctor? I, and many others of course, wanted to be the next famous best selling author, which obviously still hasn’t happened yet.
Where are you at in the long and arduous journey of following through with your dreams? For myself, I’m not where I would like to be. It doesn’t help that I tend to have dry spells of not writing anything at all.
So far I’ve published a poetry book, A Journey: Still in Progress, but that’s as far as I’ve gotten at the moment. A Journey is about dealing with depression throughout the various phases of life. It is grouped into three sections: Childhood, Marriage, and Motherhood. You can purchase your copy here.
I’m currently working on a couple of fiction novels. Both have single parents falling in love, one after being widowed while the other had been alone since the pregnancy. The first and lengthiest one at 16k words is Kara, followed by The Sweet Room at just 8.5k words. I hope to have these two and one other, The Christmas Bride published by the end of the year.
I have lived with depression most of my life. It’s not something I like to admit and to be honest, this is something I have been deeply ashamed of for most of my life. After all, what is so wrong with my life that I can’t just find the joy in it?
I can’t actually remember a time where I didn’t feel like something was wrong with me. There have been ups and downs throughout the years, but they were mostly downs if I’m being honest with myself. I have whole years missing that I cannot remember for the life of me. And I’m not talking about early childhood years that most of us can only remember vague things. I’m talking about recent times, like three or four years ago. It’s all just a grey haze of nothingness. For years, I suffered in silence, my few attempts at reaching out for help were futile. It got to the point where I was going to do something stupid.
There is a reason why I’m bringing all of this up, so I’ll get right to the point. I was given some of the best advice I hope I can incorporate into my life: You don’t have to accept it. You don’t have to just give into the depression and accept that this is the ‘normal’ for you. You deserve to experience happiness. You deserve to exist. You don’t have to suffer in silence.
I’m with you.