Some days I hit my limit and my anxiety boils over into anger.
It sucks but I try to contain myself until it passes but shit gets old as the years go by.
Breathing exercises and posture correction is my current go-to distractions when bad feels creep.
It’s tempting to shut down early in the evening in an attempt to fast forward the day or even consuming some mindless media. I guess I’m trying to work back in doing creative things.
I always I want to be doing more but it’s hard enough pushing myself to do something–anything.
This is something. Typing up my daily blog entry. Hopefully it’s enough to ward of the guilt for being sad brains lazy. Deep down it is because I know it’s something, it’s enough, and I love myself–keep going.