June 2013
“Instead of saying “I don’t have time” try saying “it’s not a priority,” and see how that feels. Often, that’s a perfectly adequate explanation. I have time to iron my sheets, I just don’t want to. But other things are harder. Try it: “I’m not going to edit your résumé, sweetie, because it’s not a priority.” “I don’t go to the doctor because my health is not a priority.” If these phrases don’t sit well, that’s the point. Changing our language reminds us that time is a choice. If we don’t like how we’re spending an hour, we can choose differently.”
—Unknown (via berryhealthy)
It strikes again...
Yesterday was a really good day. My son was in a pretty good mood all day, I got a lot of laundry done, I ate well. But when I woke up from a nap I felt so depressed. I know I’m breaking out, I have dandruff now (which I’ve NEVER had before), I’m not comfortable with my body AT ALL right now, all of that didn’t really bother me too much. But all of a sudden I just felt like shit. Like I looked like shit, felt like shit, I felt like I looked like this hideous, disgusting slob. I just wanted to cry. I don’t know why or how it came on so fast and hard. I went on a run when my boyfriend got home and it made me feel a lot better. I haven’t had the postpartum depression a lot or very frequently…but it’s like when it does hit me, it hits hard. I wish there was a way I could tell when it’s coming on so I can just get a good workout in to try to counteract it. I also wish I knew how to describe it. I think my boyfriend is kinda confused by it. Not in like a mean, bad way. He doesn’t make me feel bad about it or anything, I just think he doesn’t really understand how it comes on outta no where and hits me as hard as it does.
