This too shall pass
If you’ve been following awhile, you already know that I have a long history with depression.
She comes and goes, sometimes aligning herself with stressful life events and sometimes just showing up randomly. The house guest nobody asked for, barging in the door and propping her dirty boots on my just-cleaned coffee table.
In the past few months, she’s been around. Making herself comfortable in my space, inviting her bestie anxiety along for the ride and unpacking a few new trinkets from her bag of tricks, including a year-long stomach issue where we’ve now ruled out physical causes.
It has been, as you might guess, difficult.
And so I enter a new phase of my self-love journey. One where I treat myself as I would treat a friend in the same circumstance.
I take time and space and rest. I bring myself plants because the greenery in my space gives me peace. I use what energy I have to make homemade lentil soups and fresh-pressed pear-mint juice with a splash of tonic water and air fryer potatoes from my garden. I start a ginger bug. I cozy up on the garden and home sides of TikTok. I daydream about Utopia. And I remind myself that this too shall pass.
Even if it means I’m writing slower right now.
Even if I have less to offer.
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That anxiety bundle
I love you so much.
We go through this things and the more we talk the more I know the reason we suffer is the main reason we exist, the way we care about the world, about everyone, those we know and cherish and those we’ll never cross paths with, and it’d be absolutely contradicting to exist with this much empathy and not feel this depressed, angry and defeated at the current state of things, in the age of information, the way people around us see these things happening and still only care about themselves… I don’t have a solution, nor an idea of how or when(or if) things will get better, but know I’m here for and with you through it all, and this too shall pass
Lee
wishing you a good new day…………..