Feeling tired has pretty much been a constant for the past twelve years. I think I’ve uttered the phrase “I’m so tired” so many times it’s losing all meaning. The fatigue does have it’s uses however by giving me blog ideas in the middle of the night. Silver lining and all.
Stress. It’s a familiar feeling and something that every single person has experienced at some point. But what happens when it all gets too much?
Knowing you need help and asking for are some of the hardest things you can do. But when you do, it really does make a world of difference.
Warning! There is strong language in this post (depression is a bit pants so I feel it’s warranted on this occasion), so if you don’t want to see it stop now.
If you’re cool with that however, read on.
Survival. A primal instinct that allows parents to lift cars off their children and others to put one foot in front of the other when they’ve been beaten down. It’s what makes you nauseous and your heart start to race when you’re anxious.
It’s what keeps you alive.