I wasn’t going to make a post today, but as you can see I changed my mind. I wasn’t going to make a post today because my depression and anxiety have been particularly bad all week, but fuck it, if I’m going to have a site telling the stories of mental illness maybe I should tell them.
Maybe I should tell the stories of not being able to get out of bed, even to feed yourself. Maybe I should tell the story of feeling so overwhelmed by the world that I need to hide from it, even just for one day. Maybe I should tell all these stories, if only depression would allow me the energy.
Instead this post is all I’ve managed and it has taken me far longer than normal to publish it. And you know what, that is okay. Depression isn’t about comparing yourself to anyone else, even your non-depressed self. Surviving it is about treating yourself with compassion when you need a self-care day. So that is what this story is about. Maybe tomorrow I’ll have more energy and more stories.
P.S. my cat loves the self-care days, mostly because when I stay in bed or on the couch she has a warm lap that is always available.