Good days

The last week I’ve had pretty good days. 

I really need to write this down so I can look back on it when the dark clouds are returning. 

I felt human again, almost normal. My will to fight is back.

I want to get better, I want to make plans for when all Covid sh*t is over. I want to cross things of my bucket list.

I'm well aware that Covid ending will not mean my GAD wil dissapear too. I've struggled more years before that then I was aware of. When I read back the posts on my social media (hello throwback / memories) I'm reminded that this war I'm fighting has been going on for over a decade. 

A special thank you for the last few days to my good friend (you know who you are) and a well done to myself for persevering in putting down my thoughts and continuing to write my story.

So future me who's having a hard time: you've experienced good days before and they will come back! One step at a time! 

YOU GOT THIS! 


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