That's Called Coping

Embracing Wild

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The only thing that’s wearing thin now is my patience.

http://www.smh.com.au/comment/mental-illness-didnt-wait-until-i-was-ready-20170319-gv1qka.html

I must admit I suck at self care. I hate painting my nails and soaking in the bath. I never have the time or money for a massage. Putting on moisturiser is a bit of a bad body image trigger for me. I let my sore back get worse. I don't shower for days on end and I rarely clean my teeth. I fucking hate yoga. This is depression for you. The awkward younger brother of mania. For me self care is lying in bed because I can't handle being part of the world but it's getting up at the decent hour too. It's forcing myself to shower and eating something that doesn't come out of a box. It's paying my bills and doing my ironing. It's adulting. It's going to work looking semi presentable even if I had a bad night beforehand. Self care sometimes is about being nice to yourself and sometimes it's doing what needs to be done. It's all about balance.

My sister asking me how I spent two hours and $150 in one fell swoop

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