Friday, 9 May 2014
If You See Me Happy
It also doesn't help that when I have these good days, I almost feel like a fraud, as if I'm just putting it all on. I start to think that I should be back in work by now because I have good days. I feel like a sponger, a waste of space, a drain on society.
I was talking all this through with a friend. She brought my attention to the amount of work I've been putting in to getting better over the last year. A year of hospitals, psychiatrists, books, writing, analysing, monitoring, testing, pushing.
What I've been failing to realise is that every good day has a year of work behind it. And that's only days when things are in my favour, such as it's sunny and I have nothing immediate to worry about. And that's only some of those days.
So maybe I need to go easier on myself, give myself a pat on the back more often. I'm getting there, not as quickly as I'd like, but I'm still getting there one day at a time.
Be a tree.
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