Sometimes when I wake up, it’s weird, for a few moments, a few hours, I ‘forget’ the illness.
I feel normal and centred and then, it’s like a muscle memory – you move a certain way;
think a certain thought.
Snap, ouch, that’s right, that pain….you’re still there.
It is no wonder so many people with mental illnesses are substance abusers.
Wouldn’t it be nice to take a vacation from yourself for a few hours, an evening, a few days if you dare?
I don’t dare…been there, done it, not going to go back, chilling with meditation, saying my chants and being mindful is harder, but there’s no hangover/coming down feeling to make you feel shittier.
Find your “thing” that makes life worth it…for an hour at a time.
Be kind whenever possible