I’m not going into all the ins and outs of things, but it’s been a tough week on the mental health side of things, and that’s led to my dropping a couple of the juggled balls along the way. Being the perfectionist that I am, I’m of course being my own worst critic.
I’m told that, in context, the flashbacks and upset are a good sign that I’m in a good place to process things that I haven’t been able to face until now. My angry response is “that’s lovely, now you try it for a bit, see how healthy it feels.”
Still, there’s always the work to fall back on and keep focus on the day to day necessities. Friends have also all helped, sometimes unknowing, with their words and actions, so there’s that too.
I’m okay, I’m going to continue to be okay, there really isn’t any viable alternative.