A friend asked me today what was wrong.
Nothing? I replied.
Nothing I've been hugely aware of anyway...
Funny how our friends can sometimes see through the veneer we don't even realise we're putting on.
I can't really put my finger on it.
Maybe it was some comments made (jokingly) about my weight at the weekend, or maybe it's the pressure I've been putting on myself to be better, to learn more, to write more.
Maybe it's just that it's that time of the month.
Either way, I suppose I have been a bit off kilter the last week.
Piling on the should's and must's - even when I know that never works well for me.
Feeling constantly exhausted, dishes and laundry piling up... ok honestly, the place is a tip. *sigh*
I guess that's the thing about depression.
You can be doing great for weeks, months even, and then for no particular reason, you to end up feeling exhausted and lacking motivation for anything.
And, well, I feel that this is something I want to be open about.
Not everything is happy and awesome all the time.
It's swings and roundabouts, isn't it?
Cycles and rhythm.
There are good days, and there are bad days.
I'm going to disconnect for the weekend (as much as I can without withdrawals that is!) and try to just relax, have some fun with my boys, maybe take them for a long walk with the dog, and get myself back on track. Whatever that track may be.
Looking for the good bits that are in every day.
What do you do when life seems to lose it's shine? Let me know in the comments... ❤