Already a week has passed and now that my time is coming to an end at the clinic I feel myself getting stuck into similar patterns. The happiness that was so uplifting last week has all but ceased to exist. I feel the turmoil and deeply hidden stress lying in the pit of my stomach and I have no idea what to do about it.
I’ve been at the wellness clinic for three days, the first two days I’ve actually been happy. I haven’t felt happier like that in a long time. I was outgoing, funny, I was participating, I made friends, made jokes and today, this afternoon, it all dropped in an instant, in one moment… Continue reading
“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” they say, (they, meaning the psychiatrists and psychologists) when you fail or don’t get things right, but, having to constantly deal with the deterioration of your mind, having very real things happening up there that warrant expected failures. How can you not be hard on yourself when life always is?
Last week, I wrote about how much of an idiot I was. This week, I shall reinforce that sentiment with a tiny bit of leeway though.
Things have not been going very well for me lately, at least not mentally. Sure there have been some things that have happened in my physical life, like not reaching target for work, my boss still being an absolute tool.