This weekend was better…
If there’s a big event that I need to attend – I usually get really anxious and work myself up about it; this usually results with me either not attending (and hiding in my room), or replacing it with another less socially anxious activity.
Scheduled this weekend was the wedding of a dear friend of mine.
I had been through quite a terrible week, characterised with fatigue, low motivation, depressive thoughts – you know the deal. Anyway, factor in my usual nerves and symptoms, then add that time of the month to the equation as well… everything was literally against me – but I managed to go!!!
I won’t lie – it took a lot of will power and some wisdom from my mum (I called her and she encouraged me to go). So I took some painkillers, dragged myself out of the house; got my eyebrows done, went to my friend Lea’s house (who did my make up and hair), and caught my train. I was late, but I made it 😭🎉
This is a big deal for me, and on this journey I will celebrate every little success! I’m proud of myself for fighting back… Maybe next time it will be easier, then easier, and easier, until finally it’s effortless.