|Week 9, 2012|
This year, all two and a bit months of it, has been a roller coaster of emotions.
My depression and anxiety levels have been up and down.
It took me a ridiculous amount of time to realise that forgetting to take my medication for a fortnight has a direct correlation to my mood.
I've been seeing a great counsellor though, who I really connect with. Her personality and style are a good fit with me.
We've been working on ways to fit more 'me' into my life. More self-care and nurturing to help battle the daily mummy grind.
By sheer luck I worked out that getting up at the crack of dawn is actually a good thing for me. I didn't realise it at the time as I cursed J-Man for waking at 5.50am that random morning, but I'm thanking him now.
That morning while he quietly munched on some sultanas and watched some morning ABCKids, I took advantage of the morning quiet while the rest of the house slept.
I soaked up the morning sunshine and quietly breathed in the fresh, still air as I sipped my morning Earl Grey at our back step.
It wasn't rushed. It wasn't interrupted. It was just me, the sunrise and my tea. It was almost meditative .
Once I'd sat with just myself for 10 minutes I still had time to write a list for my plans for the day, to tidy up any mess from the night before, and put on a load of washing. All before the rest of the house was awake.
This simple act of waking an hour before the chaos started put me in charge of my day. I felt in control of the day ahead instead of feeling at it's mercy.
This new daily routine has had an incredible effect on my anxiety levels. Being able to start the day without the sensation of a jackhammer in my chest is always welcome.
You can see what my morning cuppa looks like here.
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Linking up with Cake Crumbs & Beach Sand for her Self-Love Soiree and for my 52 Week Project.
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