Hello readers. It’s been yet again a considerable while since I’ve spoken up on here; in other times, I made it quite the point to be heard. I’ve been vocal about politics, and have certainly had my say about Covid do’s and don’t’s. I’ve shared reviews of things I like because I figured you might also like them. At one point I was even posting a novel that I haven’t finished. For those of you who have given most of this a go, I thank you. You have my fullest gratitude.
I have yet again decided to experiment with another sensitive zone I was once a bit apprehensive to address. It may have come up here and there in my past writings, but I am now facing it head on today, and quite possibly more so for me than for you.
Mental health.
Has anyone ever had a wake-up call moment when you realize you haven’t been taking care of your brain as well as you should have? Well, let’s just say I am in the midst of one of these moments.
It isn’t easy to talk about. As a male, it’s been an exercise in self-expression to get myself to open up more about what’s going on “upstairs.” In normalizing mental health discussions, we can discover what we really need as people, before getting to a point where things get out of hand.
The brain is a powerful organ. One never knows what it will do from one day to the next. Taking time for yourself and the practice of self care is a thoroughly underrated section of one’s life. I used to feel guilty when someone would suggest I needed to have a self care day. I felt I wasn’t working hard enough to merit such a day. But the fact was, I was wrong. Sorely. I put off self care; I stopped playing guitar, I put off writing, I forgot to meditate. All of these activities that kept the pieces of my psyche operating in a synchronous fashion, when taken away, made me feeling crazy after a time.
Perhaps the irony is that the remote work life should have been enabling opportunities for self care all along. When Covid first announced itself in late winter of ‘20, I dove right in. I read a book every ten days. Ran along the FDR every morning. Wrote a couple pages a day. I had my routine.
And then I didn’t. I got out of step.
Well, in an effort to get back to basics, I am recollecting all of the aforementioned “care” activities, and ultimately will be aiming to becoming more present on here.
For those who have also been struggling with something similar, know that I’m here for you. This is a very sensitive topic I’ve decided to touch on, and I understand how personal it can get, but if anyone ever wanted to reach out, please do so.
Have a good week and have fun.
