There is one right answer when you’re trying to resolve two opposing statements. (Depression is a lot about opposing statements, all being right and true, or all being wrong and false…)
That is, the right answer is the one you can live with.
All is in balance. This life is not made for those who seek the one and only truth. It’s made of hues. Accept it. Then you can build from there.
You need foundation. Start resolving small dualisms. Gain confidence from doing it yourself. Sure, there’s a pile of big uglies waiting for you, but not right now. Choose your battle so you can win. I can tell you from experience, you can win latter battles.
I hope it makes sense. Post a comment if you would like to share an example.
My maternity leave has ended. Vacation started and has ended. Work has started. My blog has suffered a leave of absence.
I was so sure I’d be writing MOS regardless of what I do during the day. Wrong. There is a difference between being a stay at home mum and being a working mum. There are perks to each. In regard to being depressed or not, I choose work. I haven’t been as depressed because I had so much to do and little time to ponder. Of course, there’s still the same amount of work to be done on my issues. Different content, different flavours and triggers, but mostly same issues as before. More insight, less time to comb through a tangled mess of my thoughts.
I did three-quarters of my next-in-line homework but never posted. It says 9 August. It must wait. A lot has happened since I last posted. That must take priority. I’ll give you a blurb. Anney Bird’s real-life persona got a job offer. And a lot of compliments that she’s reluctant to take. A lot of thinking due…
I missed writing. Thus the clichés, and complicated words and sentences. Grammarly caught up with my inactivity, at last. Let’s see what it says tomorrow, in my weekly report.
P.s. I still have guilt over not posting, a need to prove myself to you. I shouldn’t. I should do it for myself, and the blog should just be a media type to do so. But… it is also a good thing. My guilt forces me to write eventually unless I want my few readers to pack and flee from boredom.
Well then, not so few words I hoped to write. I need to work on my eloquence, too. All in its own time.