I’ll admit I haven’t been following my own advice the past week. I let the stress of this pandemic get to me. So in the wake of everything that has happened so far, I’m writing this as a reminder that it is human to occasionally be unable to write, to fail to keep deadlines. It is human to feel crushed under the weight of the world, or to feel that very weight in the palm of your hand when you hold the pen, unable to write. This is an extraordinary circumstance.
However, it’s also good to mention that even if this circumstance did not exist, you could still feel that weight. You could still feel stressed and underappreciated and depressed and manic and scared.
But I do not invite you to wallow in it with me. I have crawled out of the pit of my own depression, and I still have more advice for how you can join me. My depression is still nagging me, telling me I’m worthless and I can’t do anything right. It’s telling me to shut down this blog because no one reads it anyways, despite how much it aids me personally to write the blog posts.
So my advice for you: Call up a friend or relative. Get out in the sunshine, if only for fifteen minutes. Take vitamin D supplements if there’s no sunshine to be found. Snuggle up with your favorite person or pet and feel the effects of dopamine and serotonin.
And for now, enjoy this lovely picture of my dog, Snicket, as she runs in joyous abandon.
You can look for my next update tomorrow. Keep writing.