I’m not sure this is a mental health related post per se, but it was what was on my mind today as I sat down to write this post, so I decided to run with it.
I love lightning and thunderstorms, the bigger and louder, the better. Same thing with a good hard rain. Perhaps it is simply me identifying with the weather more closely, as the tempest outside matches the troubled waters within. Or perhaps it is that rain and thunder forces everyone inside, and for once I don’t have to feel out of place in a crowd. For once everyone else is hiding inside like I do when the world gets to be just too much.
Maybe it is a combination of these factors. Maybe it has nothing to do with either of them.
But the important thing is that I’ve realized what works for me. That it brings me happiness. One of the most crucial lessons one can learn for effective self-care is that what works for everyone else doesn’t have to work for you and vice versa. There are a million ways to take care of yourself, and when you find the right one it will be obvious, like a thunderclap across the silent sky.