I wanted life to surprise me: but did I mean this?

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When you end a dysfunctional part of your life, I said,  you open up space for life to surprise you… and then I committed to sharing the result with you: I wasn’t expecting  a new, longer-lasting, deeply debilitating, can’t move, won’t work for a year bout of depression.
But that’s what happened.
Fuck. I couldn’t share that. Not here.  Not then.  Forgive me.
But I am doing it now. Not the details, but the fact of it.
I did not spend 1000 hours crafting this post because that kind of perfectionism is partly what got me into trouble in the first place; brought on an anxiety so annihilating that I ceased to function.
Better to accept the imperfection in anything I write (or do) than stay silent. So, this is me just checking in and saying hi, speak again soon – definitely in fewer than twelve months anyway!
I’ve retitled this site (it was previously ‘writewelldoyourthing’) to shift the focus away from my shiny mentoring to my unshiny process. But how to pursue what you value, make a living, and stay well are themes that will continue to feature as I try to figure them out myself.
Right, enough explaining myself.
Love and kindness always, Rachel

Links for you

Campaign to end mental health stigma and encourage people to reach out: Time to Change Wales

Book on depression that I found helpful and enjoyable: Sunbathing in the rain: A cheerful book about depression by Gwyneth Lewis


 

 

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