I’ve been pondering that question (at what point does “it’s ok to not be ok” turn into action?). I’m favouring moments of quiet rebellion, action, and plain talking, but I think there are systemic issues with our structures and there’s a big power base to overcome for meaningful change. This is why I still drink gin.
Oh my love, You've not been OK for the longest time and I'm soooo pleased you are owning this at last. You have conquered mountains, held them up so others could walk in sunshine, tried to smooth the way so others don't struggle and now your body is telling you to listen and hear what it so badly needs you to hear. Spend one on one with me, I'm no longer in the suicide space so you are not going to be a burden! WE'll talk and eat, cry and laugh together Or, get in touch with Taranaki Retreat where not have concern about how I will hear you. I'll pay for some time out for you to just be and be heard when you need it. I love you XXXXX
First of all, the public health system sucks giant dogs balls, and this pisses me off on your behalf.
Secondly, we all lie to our loved ones about our true state while we root about in our brains trying to figure out the why behind whatever is happening.
Thirdly, you've been dealing with a lot. So it's time for some self-forgiveness. Shed the tears, claim that space, name your emotions, and feel all the things. (I find journalling this stuff helps me dump all that brain garbage out onto the page and see it for what it is. Garbage. But at least its out of my goddamn head.)
This stupid ridiculous world has socialised us to believe that nothing less than perfect is a failure, and that's just bullshit. Nothing is perfect, and we certainly aren't either.
There's no such thing as perfect mothering, wifing, being, or whatever the fuck else they want to deem 'perfect'. Its truly time to let this shit go... not just for you, but for all of us.
On that note... know tgatvyou are never a burden. Sending you the biggest hugs. I love you. And I am here, whenever you need xxx
This is extremely relatable.
I'm not okay, either. And I understand what you mean about not wanting to be a burden.
The thing is, being open about struggling doesn't make you a burden. That is just what society would have us believe.
Everyone struggles at times, and everyone needs support. Even us.
I’ve been pondering that question (at what point does “it’s ok to not be ok” turn into action?). I’m favouring moments of quiet rebellion, action, and plain talking, but I think there are systemic issues with our structures and there’s a big power base to overcome for meaningful change. This is why I still drink gin.
It's hard, and it's exhausting - but you are loved and appreciated. Hang in there, my friend.
Oh my love, You've not been OK for the longest time and I'm soooo pleased you are owning this at last. You have conquered mountains, held them up so others could walk in sunshine, tried to smooth the way so others don't struggle and now your body is telling you to listen and hear what it so badly needs you to hear. Spend one on one with me, I'm no longer in the suicide space so you are not going to be a burden! WE'll talk and eat, cry and laugh together Or, get in touch with Taranaki Retreat where not have concern about how I will hear you. I'll pay for some time out for you to just be and be heard when you need it. I love you XXXXX
First of all, the public health system sucks giant dogs balls, and this pisses me off on your behalf.
Secondly, we all lie to our loved ones about our true state while we root about in our brains trying to figure out the why behind whatever is happening.
Thirdly, you've been dealing with a lot. So it's time for some self-forgiveness. Shed the tears, claim that space, name your emotions, and feel all the things. (I find journalling this stuff helps me dump all that brain garbage out onto the page and see it for what it is. Garbage. But at least its out of my goddamn head.)
This stupid ridiculous world has socialised us to believe that nothing less than perfect is a failure, and that's just bullshit. Nothing is perfect, and we certainly aren't either.
There's no such thing as perfect mothering, wifing, being, or whatever the fuck else they want to deem 'perfect'. Its truly time to let this shit go... not just for you, but for all of us.
On that note... know tgatvyou are never a burden. Sending you the biggest hugs. I love you. And I am here, whenever you need xxx