Recharging my batteries


Dearest Someone,

One thing I’ve never been very good at is self-care, I have moments where I like to think I’m the queen of self-care, but those moments are often short-lived, and they’re definitely infrequent. In actual fact I’m pretty rubbish at self-care, though I’ve got the skill of self-depreciation mastered.

I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve been advised to take a break and look after myself. Admittedly I do cringe slightly when people tell me to take it easy, or to do something nice for myself. In reflection I know that’s my mental illness pushing me to feel as though I’m not worthy of happiness, or feeling at ease with myself. Of course, I can imagine we all have aspects of ourselves that sways toward the ‘self-destruct’ path; we’re human, and we tend to be great at noticing our flaws, and forgetting that it’s okay to put ourselves first…

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