I love a calendar. A List. A plan.
Here's the calendar I'm using for June.
Hope it helps :)
I love a calendar. A List. A plan.
Here's the calendar I'm using for June.
Hope it helps :)
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Things that seem simple for others, isn't so simple for me.
I haven't been able to pin point exactly why or how I haven't been able to properly care for myself and things that need to be done.
Burnout floats around my mind. I wanted the actual definition. Not the internet, pop culture definition, of burnout.
There is so much research on job burnout, but not nearly enough on life burning you out. Caregiving burnout. Existence burnout.
This isn't to be confused with depression. Please consult my list of mental health supports if you are struggling with clinical issues,
Everyone says: Put the oxygen mask on yourself first.
My first thought is, "Duh". But, no one is telling you HOW.
This journey is helping me focus on how a person can do this after being burned out beyond belief, and for someone who doesn't have a partner, or family to support them. Idealistically, having a support system is vital, but I don't have that. Rather than lamenting that any longer, I am going to just focus on self-compassion and agency to make changes.
Feels quite drastic mentally as I am planning how I will go about this, but I have to do something. I can not emerge from another month without making some progress internally, mentally, and physically towards my goals of being well.
As I am focusing on how to make June a great month for deep self-care, I realize just how much I haven't been taking care of myself. I am not beating myself up, just accepting it.
Onwards and upwards.
You aren't alone.
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Perhaps no one cares about that, but it will help to keep me most consistent. I want to be vulnerable in this space in hopes it can help even one person feel less alone.
I am going to continue to work on this site and I want one page where I house all of my stats and figures (data nerd!), but until I make that page, let me say here that 4 weeks into this "program" I have made for myself, I am 15 pounds down and am starting to work on rest at night.
It's helped to stop talking to people who are negative on the phone. This may seem unrelated, but research shows that how we feel determines how we are. While my life is so stressful and quite lonely, I have been trading the thought that I'm "chatting with a friend" as a cover for "I'm just working on feeling miserable". I stopped taking calls and I started listening to audiobooks, music, or just nothing. Those fleeting moments where I was "connecting" to someone else's bad days, and being a dumping ground for their drama, I used to transform into space and time for my healing.
I'm feeling broken inside. Disconnected from my soul's purpose. Afraid my loves one could die any day now. Alone. Lonely. Scared.
It's the reason my central nervous system is always fired up and the low level of stress that hums in the background of my mind and body has contributed so well to inflammation, gut issues, sleep issues and hormonal imbalances.
Literally accepting the circumstances of my life has been one of the foundational moving things for me.
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Maybe I should have named this blog starting over because that is all I seem to be doing.
Caregiving for my mom with cancer has beaten me down. Couple it with the fact that she has chosen not to tell anyone and we live isolated from friends or family, and you can see the cocktail of despair that I live in.
This journey isn't clean. Grief isn't clean, weight loss is HARD.
I haven't been overweight in decades so I forgot just how demoralizing it is to wake up in a heavy body unable to maintain your previous level of wellness. I type this with frustrated tears in the corner of my eyes.
In our attention economy-based mirrorball society, blogs and vlogs need to be flashy, catchy, etc. to garner attention.
Well, I don't need any attention here. I am resisting my perfectionist tendencies to use lots of pretty photos, highlighting, etc. This is the only space I own that is just mine. This started out as an online diary intent on helping someone else see that they are not alone. I have to remember my intention, and then it becomes easier to post.
In keeping my "online diary" theme, I will be posting multiple times a day. Almost like my own social media page (of which I currently use ZERO). My head is filled with a million thoughts, and I thought, "Hey, why not share it with the few people who read this blog?"
Here goes. Me. Starting over. Again. Sigh.
At least this means I haven't given up. And, isn't that a victory in and of itself?
Onward.
Maybe I should have named this blog starting over because that is all I seem to be doing. Caregiving for my mom with cancer has beaten me d...