Disclaimer: this is my self-care routine. Feel free to try any of the things mentioned in this article if you feel you are able to do so and that it will help you. If you feel that any of these things may cause you pain or harm (or an allergic reaction), please don't do them! Thank you!
I remember, in high school, we were tasked with an assignment to write on the importance of electric cooperatives for a writing contest. The contest was, unsurprisingly, hosted by our local electric cooperatives (or electric company for those who don't know what that is) and the winner would get an all expenses paid trip to Washington, D.C., our nation's capital.
Living with chronic pain/illness makes daily life much more challenging. I have fibromyalgia (which means I hurt all over, and I’m tired all the time, and this really sucks), and have acquired—both before, and even more so after my diagnosis—things that help me function more like a human, and less like a bundle of burning nerves! Here are some of those things I have acquired, and some helpful tips to also help you become more human-like too.
My aunt is very aggravating. For the sake of privacy (not that I'm sure she will ever read this, but still), I'm going to call her "Becky." Everyone has a Becky in their life. As I go on to describe the defining features of a Becky, I'm sure you'll be to pick out which family member or friend is your Becky.
It seems to be an unspoken rule, especially here in the south, that when someone asks you how you’re doing, you’re supposed to say the phrase “I’m fine.” For many years, this has become almost second nature and slips from my mouth before I even realize what I’m saying. And I’ve come to hate it.
Depression is like that old friend that has never left my house, is eating all my food, and refuses to contribute to maintaining the upkeep of this vessel we both share (such as showering). But, that old friend has been around so long, would I know how to live life without him? I mean, I don’t really remember the times before he showed up, it’s been so long ago. I see other people around, extremely happy and content with their life, and, sometimes, I’ll say to myself, “Wow, was my life ever like that? Was I ever so content that I smiled without force? I certainly don’t remember it being that way,” but then, I’ll stop myself and think, “Is it a lot of work being that happy? It must be! I don’t have the energy for that. And what would I do if I wasn’t constantly battling the darker forces of my mind? I mean, if you think about it, I’m kind of like a Jedi on the edge of becoming a Sith Lord! Isn’t that much cooler?” And when I think these things, I know my old pal, Depression, is scared I’ve grown tired of him living rent-free in my head this long.