How I Abandoned An Old Attitude By Allowing Myself To Be Miserable

It had a surprising outcome.

We’re halfway through the week! These days, I’m not sure if it’s something to celebrate, as time seems to be moving far too fast.

At the weekend, I hit a bit of a wall. I felt like I had very little positivity left in my tank and it really irked me. I spent far too much time thinking of ways to replenish the sunny disposition I have come to enjoy.

The more I floundered, the more upset and frustrated I was getting until I stopped and asked myself, why I was clambering so desperately to feel happy?

Apart from the obvious fact that feeling low is rubbish and that I have a fear that anytime I start to feel crap my depression is coming back, I realised that without these miserable, low moments, I would not feel the giddy heights of happiness that I feel and I certainly wouldn’t appreciate them as much as I do now.

So, I decided that rather than spend all my energy fighting with my feelings, I would embrace my Britishness and keep calm and carry on.

I rode those emotions like they were Seabiscuit.

I was completely honest with the very few people I spoke to, namely;

The bestie, who, on Saturday I told I would not be coming to the bbq she had invited me to because I had mount Vesuvius growing on my neck and my mouth felt like someone had been rubbing sandpaper on my gums.