So in case you didn't notice, I haven't been the happiest of campers
lately. The last couple of weeks were particularly bad. An existential
crisis will do that I guess...
Anyway, in the meantime I learned a lot about life and me and the
people I care about. And of course the viability of using exercise as
therapy- mentally it's good, physically not so much... I feel like I
have the joints of a 90-year old and a new appreciation for metal
Anyway what I learned was that it's ok to admit to being miserable,
and it's ok to ask for help- having a support system is more than
So after forcing myself to discuss things, and admit that everything
is NOT ok, I was taken off to dinner last night where I had the time
of my life, and I'm being taken out tonight... And while it's not all
that different to what I'd usually get up to, it feels different
because I think I'm different.
And I was early to work today, because getting out of bed wasn't
difficult anymore. I'm not reluctant to face the world.
So I guess it's just thanks to everyone for putting up with me! I
don't promise to be happy all the time, but I will try and stop doing
it all on my own!