Mental illness is like a boulder. Some are bigger than others, some are made of different things. Sometimes the boulder isn’t always the same.
For the last 6 months or so I’ve been balancing on top of mine, like a circus freak. Mastering the balancing act that is life.
My family help keep me stable. My meds are a huge help.
I’ve been on and off my meds the last couple weeks. When I start to feel well I forget to take them. Sometimes I don’t even feel like I need to take them.
In actual fact, they keep me stable. The last two days have been difficult.
I’m off my meds.
I was hiding under a blanket thinking.. I’m capable of more than this.
Depression is crippling.
I usually have this little voice of motivation that pushes me. The last two days though – the weight has been too heavy. Motivation’s arms are weak against the weight of a storm.
My mum has been amazing. The other day she came home with chocolates and ginger beer, she knew that I wasn’t feeling well. The last two nights she cooked yummy home meals and last night she gifted me with kisses on my forehead.
“Thank you for looking after me! We’re a good team”
Her support the last two days have been like ointment salve. Rubbing love onto the grazes of my soul.
I’m not 100% today but I’m feeling better.
I don’t know where I’d be without the help I receive.
My support net is helping me push the boulder back to the top of the hill.
Many hands make light work.