I want nothing more than to write. I want what I write to be encouraging… but I also want it to be real. There are some days that no matter how hard I try, I just can’t seem to conjure up anything positive to write.
I’ve been on medication for my depression for about four months now, and while it helps immensely, I still have bad days (or in this case, bad weeks). I go to therapy on a regular basis, but at the moment, my therapist and I are working through some pretty tough topics. This makes any attempt at writing something helpful seem like I’m at the base of a mountain that’s impossible to climb.
I am so thankful for all the tools I have to take care of my mental health. I love going to therapy and constantly pursuing a healthy mental state, even when life is good. But I don’t want my readers to think that going to therapy and taking medication means that life is always going to be rosy. Part of being mentally and emotionally healthy means having all different kinds of emotions. Even negative ones.
So, this week’s post may not be inspiring, but it is real. Remember, It’s ok to not be ok. It’s ok to have days when the words just can’t seem to find their way onto the page. The last few weeks have been just that for me, but I’m choosing to post anyway. I’m choosing to be honest in hopes that someone out there feels just a little less alone in their situation. Yes, I’m a writer of encouraging messages, but I am also human. Real and imperfect.