Today, I celebrated by cancelling all my plans and sleeping for hours. Sometimes, this is what depression looks like. Sometimes, it's self-care.
It's much easier to tell a loved one that everything is going to be alright when in fear compared to telling ourselves. Can we ever truly become our own best friend?
It's 7:30 at night, and this all too familiar unease sets in again. A restlessness, a feeling that whatever it is, I'm not doing what I'm supposed to be doing. Yet I stay slouched on the couch. And that's where somatic experiencing comes in. Over the years, I've turned from an avid novel-reader to an... Continue Reading →