Checking in sober 1071
I was totally feeling sorry for myself the past couple days. Things felt unfair and very lonely. I was struggling with myself in all areas. Confidence was gone, positivity was no where to be found, self doubt was abundant, frustration in everything.
I was going through the motions of my life while making space for these feelings. I was a little hard on myself for feeling this way…but for the most part I just let myself feel like shit. I was sad and cried when I felt like crying. And I thought angry thoughts when I was angry. Those things didn’t help me pull myself out of my rut… but what I think helped was the fact that I continued to live my life. Making meals, grocery shopping, cleaning, playing with my kids, being outside, exercising, working. I wasn’t a ball of joy to be around, but I also wasn’t lashing out. I was just sad and that was ok.
Over the weekend I went to two different exercise classes at the gym. Yoga and Spin. Spinning on Sunday morning was intense. My chest burned all day but it reminded me that I was still alive with every breath.
Sunday afternoon I was still feeling sorry for myself. Until I came across a young girl’s Instagram page. She was a victim of an acid attack. She had a breathing apparatus in her neck and her face was very burned. From what I read, she was 12 when it happened and she is now 17. Honestly, this put me right in my place. She is here, being brave when I’m sure every day she has every reason to be sad. I decided that I can choose to be sad for what I don’t have or I can choose to be happy with what I do have. The mind is such a trap, easily getting lost in an abyss of negativity.
I bought flowers and vegetable plants this weekend to try to work through my depression. I arranged flowers in a pot that I thought to myself represented how I feel right now… put together on the outside, and disorganized on the inside.
Today, one of the disorganized poppies I bought bloomed. It was a beautiful red flower from the front. And directly behind it was another sad poppy, draped over the top of it. This made me smile because I think these flowers really get me lol
Anyways, last picture…I always wanted a home with a white picket fence. Not because I want the illusion of a picture perfect home. I really like the look and maybe the innocence of it. So today I painted my fence and created something I’ve always wanted.