So, feeling that I’m is useless is a fine way to start the rest of my life. Because that’s what this is, the start of the rest of my life. Each moment is a new start but I can’t keep starting again and again every moment, because of course all those new starts would be exhausting! I think maybe a better way to treat it is like the chance to take small victories forwards, trying to build on that is far better for me at the moment than the big grand guesture of ‘A New Start’. I want to make a fresh start, I want to feel as though I could turn all this on it’s head but I don’t want to keep failing when my old insecurities and loathing make a whole New Start right along with me
Me: Right, Im not having this, I’ve felt low for long enough,I don’t have to live like this. Everyone else can make a fantastic success of life, so can I. Time for the famous A New Start.
My Depression: Ok, what are we waiting for? Lets do this!
How tiresome to start all over again dragging the same old baggage around. I would like to work on trying to accept that no, it’s not going away overnight, yes, it’s part of me but no it doesn’t have to be the only part worthy of notice. Mine or anyone’s for that matter. I’d like to accept that most of the time that whole need to hide the issue of my own depression is just one of the things I’m wasting my energy on… what can i do that’s a better use of energy?
I don’t have too much energy at the best of times, being in pain day after day is wearing me out enough on it’s own without being aided and abetted by other wearisome things. The get up and go got up and went, taking the spring chicken with it. I’d like to be serenely sailing into my later life holding the wisdom of the universe, dispensing kindness and knowledge freely – instead of which I seem to be lurching from one crisis to another dispensing slightly hare-brained chatter and a pat on the back to all around me, leaving a wake of people behind me who are actually probably rather befuddled as I pass by, trailing what I fondly imagine to be sageness with savoir-faire.
So, time to adjust my thinking slightly. Easy enough to say! Funny how it’s as clear as mud…
6 thoughts on “Hitting the lows… Time for A New Start?”
I had depression for a long time. For me, progress was made in small steps. And sometimes I went backwards, which was frustrating and made me feel like I’d failed and needed to start over. But eventually I realised that was just how things worked–life is just a bit snakes-and-ladders in design–and that I needed to stop beating myself up for it. And when I moved forward again it wasn’t necessarily easier, but I’d done it before and it was a little less strange and a little more familiar. Because it wasn’t a fresh start. Each time I had more experience, more knowledge about myself and the world, and a greater capacity for kindness toward myself.
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So true, much of life is about those small steps that can teach you a lot. Forwards, backwards and accepting forwards again, without hurting yourself for being human and needing learn to trust what you have seen about yourself and life. Thank you for your comment!
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I can do relate to this post 🙂
It’s hard sometimes remembering how many of us there are who can relate, the state of your own mind can be so isolating . Thanks for your comment! 🙂
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Your so welcome 😊