Last night I began to feel tired. I could feel the anxiety building and switched my phone off for a few hours. I went to bed with my cloudy head wondering how I could clear it.
I woke up this morning feeling like I hadn’t slept at all. I had. I’d slept all night but had had a night of extensive dreams, full of strange content and people popping up from years ago, so of course when I woke, my thoughts rushed to things I wanted to forget. I didn’t want to get up, but I did. I pottered around for a bit before my tablets wiped me out and I found myself fast asleep again.
I woke up to a text from my CPN (Clinical Psychiatric Nurse), Cheryl, telling me my therapy was starting in January and that I will receive my letter soon. I cried. It’s a year earlier than what it could have been, yet I’ve waited a year already, so I’m keen to accept the help and support. There’s a blog coming on this soon as being honest I’m really nervous.
When I opened my emails later, I found that I had been nominated for the UK Blog Awards and their voting line was now open. I will also be writing a blog on this too, but if you would like to vote for me for Mental Health Blogger in the UK Blog Awards id be so grateful. You can vote here
Click the link, head to mental health and click the red heart next to my name. I’ve also been nominated in the parent and baby category too.
I’m tired. I was tired yesterday and I’m still tired today. Sometimes I feel pathetic for it, other times I’m kind to myself and accept it. Tonight it will be self care all the way. I’m feeling accepted, cared for and respected enough that I’ve been nominated and voted for. Perhaps my perception of myself is twisted, but tonight I’m feeling content