Yes, you heard me. Be more cat. If you promptly ignored my instruction, well done. You’ve taken the first step to being more cat. Yay! 👏🏼
I, Sookie, thank you kindly and will now hand over (or should that be paw over?) the keyboard to mama Kaz (but I’ll still be sat exactly where I am to give her my version of a ‘writing challenge’ 😼)
Thanks, Sooks! 🙄😂
In all seriousness, I’m having a bit of a difficult time mentally at the moment. A couple of days ago I found myself stuck in a funk I just couldn’t get myself out of. The sun is now shining outside, so this (as well as a bit of a break and a rest!) has helped me find my way back to reality. Thank you for your patience!
My other solution? Be more cat.
I need to start thinking less like me and more like my furbabies. They’re content with knowing they have everything they need and prance around like they own the place.
I’ll never be that cat-like, but I do need to take some of their behaviours on board. I need to be a little more confident and a little happier with what I have around me.
It’s not that I’m unhappy with what I’ve got. I’m so very grateful for everything that I have. I don’t need complete mental stability and 100% happiness to live my life. What I have is more than enough to see me through. And who’s ever actually 100% happy all of the time anyway? Nobody I know, that’s for sure.
I have a roof over my head, a bed to sleep in at night, food in the fridge (when I remember to go shopping, but that’s by the by…), an awesome housemate who does everything he can to look out for me, four wonderful furbabies who give me all the love they can muster (on their terms, obviously), amazing friends and an incredible father.
I know I’m lucky. Aren’t we all? We also have everything we could ever need at the touch of a button, or click of a mouse. Communities of supportive individuals accessible to us whenever we need them.
That’s amazing, isn’t it?
I just need to remind myself of these things when I’m trapped in a whirlwind of endless self-doubt and hopelessness.
Easier said than done, as we all know. But I wanted to post this as a reminder to future-me the next time I find myself buried in a dark hole of inexplicable misery brought on by chemical imbalances in my brain.
I need to remind myself that I am surrounded by love and support.
I am capable of helping others, even if I can’t help myself sometimes, and that’s something I should be proud of, regardless of the Negative Nancy in my head telling me otherwise.
I will (and do!) get through the dark days. Whether that’s by myself or with the help of others.
As affirmed in my recent poem, Anxiety Sweats, I’ve got this.
I just need reminding. A lot. 😂
Until next time,
KD x