Do you ever go on a Holiday, or vacation whatevs, and visit with your wonderful family in your idyllic hometown and come home dragging ass because you conveniently forgot you are prone to depression/anxiety and didn't exercise or meditate once and decided sugar was no longer toxic to your system and now your home and blue and missing your wonderful family, idyllic hometown and are breaking out with what I call "airplane acne" and also missing your pre-vacation metabolism and wonderful sense of "oh by gosh by golly, aren't the holidays fun?" festiveness?
BECAUSE SAME.
I am so proud I that I did so well getting everything ready before our trip home to Michigan to visit with my family. I decorated the entire house, mostly. And got all of our Christmas cards made, signed, and sent, and have all my gifts ready to wrap and ship along with all my needed flat rate post office boxes that I can conveniently have picked up at my door because I hate going to the post office, especially this time of year.
I did NOT take my own advice thus far for the holidays. I'll admit it! I'm a phony! A fake! I have not been meditating daily. Barely weekly. What happened? Did I think I could just ignore getting in touch with myself once a day and no big deal just magically, well, deal with things? Apparently so.
Though, like most of us, my social media feeds will tell you I have been easily fitting in all my decorating, hours of outfit planning and makeup putting-on and slapping on lots of glitter on everything including my eyelids, eyelashes, and lips. (I keep reading in the news that glitter is bad for the planet and I think scientists will take it from me any day so I have been really living it up with the glitter)
So successful, right? Let's review. My vacation was absolutely wonderful. It really was. There is no one to blame but myself. I think I've learned that remembering I am a person who struggles with mental illness everyday is much less inhibiting than ignoring it and re-discovering it at home on a Sunday with my robe on at 12:39pm (at least it's kinda sexy and has lace?). I am honestly detox sweating sugar out of my body like alcohol. Though I didn't drink much on my trip, can't believe I left bottles of Korbel Brut behind in my parents fridge, I did eat sugar everything. Which, oddly enough though I am certified to educate people with diabetes how to eat properly, it took my therapist of all people to suggest to me that maybe sugar is like, really, REALLY bad for me.
I had my Mom stock up on all of my healthy go-to's at home. But by day 2, found myself shamelessly eating lucky charms at 8am and then creeping back to bed like it never happened. (On a side note- I forgot how much cereal can really hurt my mouth! like a thousand tiny cuts. I guess I normally eat mush...oatmeal, milled flax seed, almond butter, protein bowls, and all that is pressed juice...yeah I eat mostly mush)
So let's commiserate together, you and I, fellow stranger/friend/reader/possibly mental health sufferer, on how we conveniently forgot that not every day of the holiday season is not as magical as watching Bing Crosby tap-dance with Danny fucking Kaye and that we are blessed with beautiful minds and caring hearts but have a disability that deserves just as much attention as any other charity inducing illness this time of year.
We are the depressed. The anxious. The panic attack suffering. But we can still post our holiday decorating triumphs and glitter makeup selfies on social media. Just don't forget to be real with yourself, check in on yourself before you wreck yourself, and in the words of my Southwest Pilot upon landing for my layover in Chicago, "be kind to one another". (I really love Southwest)
If you're reading my blog, you're are probably somehow connected to my aforementioned social media feeds, if not, check them out- help me break the stigma of mental illness one post at time:
facebook personal
facebook "business" lol
instagram
pinterest (I'm medical grade obsessed)
BECAUSE SAME.
I am so proud I that I did so well getting everything ready before our trip home to Michigan to visit with my family. I decorated the entire house, mostly. And got all of our Christmas cards made, signed, and sent, and have all my gifts ready to wrap and ship along with all my needed flat rate post office boxes that I can conveniently have picked up at my door because I hate going to the post office, especially this time of year.
I did NOT take my own advice thus far for the holidays. I'll admit it! I'm a phony! A fake! I have not been meditating daily. Barely weekly. What happened? Did I think I could just ignore getting in touch with myself once a day and no big deal just magically, well, deal with things? Apparently so.
Though, like most of us, my social media feeds will tell you I have been easily fitting in all my decorating, hours of outfit planning and makeup putting-on and slapping on lots of glitter on everything including my eyelids, eyelashes, and lips. (I keep reading in the news that glitter is bad for the planet and I think scientists will take it from me any day so I have been really living it up with the glitter)
So successful, right? Let's review. My vacation was absolutely wonderful. It really was. There is no one to blame but myself. I think I've learned that remembering I am a person who struggles with mental illness everyday is much less inhibiting than ignoring it and re-discovering it at home on a Sunday with my robe on at 12:39pm (at least it's kinda sexy and has lace?). I am honestly detox sweating sugar out of my body like alcohol. Though I didn't drink much on my trip, can't believe I left bottles of Korbel Brut behind in my parents fridge, I did eat sugar everything. Which, oddly enough though I am certified to educate people with diabetes how to eat properly, it took my therapist of all people to suggest to me that maybe sugar is like, really, REALLY bad for me.
I had my Mom stock up on all of my healthy go-to's at home. But by day 2, found myself shamelessly eating lucky charms at 8am and then creeping back to bed like it never happened. (On a side note- I forgot how much cereal can really hurt my mouth! like a thousand tiny cuts. I guess I normally eat mush...oatmeal, milled flax seed, almond butter, protein bowls, and all that is pressed juice...yeah I eat mostly mush)
So let's commiserate together, you and I, fellow stranger/friend/reader/possibly mental health sufferer, on how we conveniently forgot that not every day of the holiday season is not as magical as watching Bing Crosby tap-dance with Danny fucking Kaye and that we are blessed with beautiful minds and caring hearts but have a disability that deserves just as much attention as any other charity inducing illness this time of year.
We are the depressed. The anxious. The panic attack suffering. But we can still post our holiday decorating triumphs and glitter makeup selfies on social media. Just don't forget to be real with yourself, check in on yourself before you wreck yourself, and in the words of my Southwest Pilot upon landing for my layover in Chicago, "be kind to one another". (I really love Southwest)
If you're reading my blog, you're are probably somehow connected to my aforementioned social media feeds, if not, check them out- help me break the stigma of mental illness one post at time:
facebook personal
facebook "business" lol
pinterest (I'm medical grade obsessed)
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| I found a holiday sweater that is the opposite of ugly! |
Two thumbs up for your holiday triumphs! (And I enjoy seeing what appears when I click on the hyperlinks!)
ReplyDeletethanks! I was entertaining myself in this opening paragraph lol
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