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Three weeks ago I decided I had enough of crushing depression. It might also be because that was about the same time I finished titrating off of opioid pain relievers, but I wanted to have some feelings back. Anything other than overwhelming disinterest in doing anything. https://twitter.com/RedloraineV/status/1292512999358361600
So I started small. I decided that by the very end of the weekend I would have done something that I have been neglecting. Nothing big.
Just something.
A bunch of stuff had accumulated on my bathroom counter so I just put everything away. That's it.
It took me until Sunday night.
Just something.
A bunch of stuff had accumulated on my bathroom counter so I just put everything away. That's it.
It took me until Sunday night.
But before bed I kept my word with myself.
I did it.
I didn't want to but I did anyway.
Then the next weekend I picked scrubbing the counters to sparkling. And last weekend, I washed all the mirrors in the house.
This did not spark a revolution in my heart.
I did it.
I didn't want to but I did anyway.
Then the next weekend I picked scrubbing the counters to sparkling. And last weekend, I washed all the mirrors in the house.
This did not spark a revolution in my heart.
It was not a cut scene, fade to happy.
It made tiny little dents. Little scrapes in the darkness, letting tiny slivers of light in.
Today, after 4 months of not wanting to make anything I found myself wanting to create again. Not something for sale. Not a big project. Something
It made tiny little dents. Little scrapes in the darkness, letting tiny slivers of light in.
Today, after 4 months of not wanting to make anything I found myself wanting to create again. Not something for sale. Not a big project. Something
small. Something insignificant. Before work, I painted my tablet pen stand in holographic glitter.
I haven't done something like that in months & months.
Now, I have a stabbing in my heart to pick up a project I put down a while ago.
It is like taking a tiny step toward the sun.
I haven't done something like that in months & months.
Now, I have a stabbing in my heart to pick up a project I put down a while ago.
It is like taking a tiny step toward the sun.
And then having the patience to stand there until it warmed me enough to feel like moving again.
Nothing big. Just one tiny thing after another that slowly picked away the covering over my eyes.
I had feared my spark was gone for good.
SO I decided to nurture it back.
Nothing big. Just one tiny thing after another that slowly picked away the covering over my eyes.
I had feared my spark was gone for good.
SO I decided to nurture it back.
One tiny breath at a time.
No matter how small. No matter how long it takes you to do it. Just do it. Take care of yourself one, simple, bit of self care at a time.
Until you fill your reservoir again. One drop at a time.
No matter how small. No matter how long it takes you to do it. Just do it. Take care of yourself one, simple, bit of self care at a time.
Until you fill your reservoir again. One drop at a time.
This is what I picked up to work on again. Each rhinestone placed one at a time!
Wondering what this will be when it is done being made? https://photos.app.goo.gl/jNSAhYjebqtQ2PMQ8
I can't wait until I can talk about self-care and the beautiful things I make again. Can we get back to that?
