[a passionate extrovert that is -also- easily over-stimulated with frequent crashes]
For me, living with depression is a game of stamina.
In my 30s, the research of my patterns and cycles is booming
…in order to establish and build acceptance of self.
Maybe you can think about this too.
Mainstream communications named this “self-care”.
“Filling your cup.”
Perfectionists still feel like a failure when they try that.
As was the motivation for this blog to exist, I am still in awe of the old version of me living with it.
She was so tired.
The current version of me is ok with loving naps.
I’m okay with grabbing my peace and quiet where I find it, planned for or not.
I understand how it all nets out in the end - hustle longer on some days and sleep later on others.
I cherish nature and require coffee by the river on my birthdays.
I pressure my friends into the restaurant with the best guacamole.
I try to own the things that bring me real bits of joy.
I’m more and more okay with myself: a passionate extrovert that is -also- easily over-stimulated with frequent crashes.
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