For a long while now, I've had a remarkably good period; I had no downs, I haven't had any problems with food and my anxiety hasn't been a problem, that was until yesterday.
My mood had been varying over the entire weekend, but it was only until I returned home yesterday that I felt the full effects and suddenly, it seemed like a pile of bricks had been placed upon my chest.
In a matter of seconds, my mind went into complete over drive and I had suddenly began on my downwards spiral, where I began slamming every aspect of my life and cursing my lack of productivity.
The truth was in the past couple of months I have made immaculate progress and I refused to let my brain keep that from me - sitting in my living room chair, the silence possibly suffocating me, I started to pity myself and I knew that if I didn't get things of my chest, I would most likely implode and commit an act I would regret.
It's very common for certain acts to take us off the beaten track and some times all we need is some one to put us back in the correct position and look at things from the correct perspective.
I guess one of the many downfalls with these diseases is that you will find enough, is never enough and this one of the most painful things to live through.
'You're making progress!'
'Yes, but it isn't enough!'
I know that on the odd occasion, every one needs to be reminded that we are human and we too have limits, and that goes very action that we do.
Whether is a job that needs doing, or coursework that needs doing, if you're at the point where fatigue is making it's way into the deepest parts of your body, remind yourself progress is progress, no matter how small.
love x
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