I feel like I'm living a life well-lived, for the first time in a long time.
I know that our options for doing good are pretty limited right now. But that doesn't mean they are gone completely.
Without acknowledging why we are all so afraid, we cannot access our hope.
I've heard this saying a lot, and I really like the idea of it, but actually doing it...that's another story.
I feel like my brain is just constantly processing and coping and that's great, really, my life is so much better now than it was five or even just one year ago because of this, but the result is just constant exhaustion.
How seriously are you supposed to take these kinds of thoughts when you know you don't really want to die, but at the same time, the idea of continuing to exist as your horrible self fills you with dread and rage?
I outlined a few of my favorite distraction and self-soothing tools in my latest HealthyPlace article "How I Use Distress Tolerance Coping Skills When Everything Is Too Much."
Just like how the lack of sunshine in the winter can mess with circadian rhythms and send people into a depression, the extra long days of summer can do the exact same thing.