My depression continued well into December. Many “help” books I had read and influencers/podcasts I follow, have talked about setting a word, to help determine your year. Going in to 2021, I didn’t have goals other than to not feel like the trash human I did. I remember feeling great and motivated and I can’t believe it was all mania induced. I chose the word restore.
Then my world went all kinda upside down. We decided to start looking for a new house. Things changed at work. I got busier or more involved at church. None of these things are “restorative”. At the same time, they kinda have been.
Most days, I feel better. I feel the drive to do more than just get out of bed and get back in immediately. I started analyzing what’s helped. What hasn’t. What I know is most likely going to be a problem. I also set up some things to try to help to getting me feel better.
I thought posting for the first time since April would help, but its not. I want to go to sleep. But, oddly, its still an improvement from the end of last year. So if its words, prayers, growls or whatever, I guess I gotta March forth!
Mentally Healthy Mama Bear in Progress 