For the past several weeks, it’s been there. Lurking below
the surface, hiding behind the pills and the effort and the struggle to find a
new routine – one that would work for me.
Every day I have faced the same fight – the same urge to let
it go and take over filling me as I try to remind myself of the reasons why I
can’t do that. The reasons why I have to stay in control and be obedient and
keep putting in the effort.
Insomnia.
I’m not tired.
Emotionally I’m completely drained...
Ramblings from an average woman in recovery from Mental Illness, fighting to end stigma and offer hope.
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** Trigger warning. This site contains descriptions of mental health crisis', sensitive topics and mentions of suicide.
Thursday, 23 February 2017
Tuesday, 7 February 2017
Amid the Quiet and the Darkness
I should be asleep right now. Eyes closed, mouth open,
snoring softly and dreaming deeply. I should wake up in the morning rested and
energized, ready to face another day, fight another battle, and smile another
smile. I should be able to close my eyes without my mind racing a million miles
a minute – ideas and sparks of restless energy plaguing me as a tiredness
sweeps into my brain, just out of my grasp.
As is typical, I laid down to rest tonight – electronics
shut off, calming thoughts,...
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