I have never been clinically diagnosed with anxiety or depression. And to be clear, I am in full support of seeking professional help. BUT there are some of us, that despite all the things, maintain that we can hold it all together. Or think that this is just the way life is. Even when it seems when we reach a breaking point, we gloss over it the second we get a chance to. We’re in the cirque du soleil of mental gymnastics. We hashtag #selfcare and #introvert even when we’re not re-energizing but just being numb to the world. We use words like “stressed” “busy” “perfectionist” to describe our state, certainly not anxious or depressed, until there’s no choices left... and in my case, mostly after the fact of starting to bring my mind + body back into balance, realizing life could *feel* different. We can still get enough recognition for a job well done to pass by but we know we’re capable of so much more.
For me, learning to balance my mood wasn’t really about a fear of identifying anxiety/depression - it HAD to be about, and CONTINUES to be partnering with that very fear and deep knowing: I am capable of so much more.
a more patient and connected mother,
a more present and adventurous wife,
a more compassionate and attentive friend,
a more intuitive and confident leader.
- 2 hours ago