The past two days have been wasted for the most part. Lots of time spent laying in bed, thinking about the things I could be doing. But I stay put and time passes slowly.
Each day I try to take care of what my therapist and I call, "the basics". This means showering, taking my meds, going outside, eating and so on. I have kept up with those this weekend but found that much more than that felt impossible. Logically, I know it is possible. I'm capable of doing more and sometimes even enjoying myself. So what is the difference from day to day? It's my thoughts. My ability to treat myself with kindness or cruelness. This weekend I let the cruel thoughts win.
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