Do you ever forget to think about you?
There’s so many things out there needing our time and attention, even the good things, the hobbies, friends, family, take time. But the weird thing is that whilst our brain is engaged keeping our lives on track, we’re not on track keeping our brain happy.
Sometimes everything has to stop.
I hit a point last week. I don’t know what caused it, but I couldn’t go on. It was like a line had been drawn. This was unexpected and it threw me – recently my life has been on the up: I managed to find a job, one that I’m enjoying, I was accepted on a PhD, one that I think I’ll enjoy, and I’ve been spending a bit of time with my partner whenever I can. So what happened?
I just sat there thinking “I thought I was ok”
And I worried about myself, and moped, and felt sorry, and mostly just thought “I thought I was doing better, what happened? Will I never be happy?” Which is frankly bollocks.
What had happened was my brain just needed a bit of tlc. Even having fun is hard work for the brain. I hadn’t sat down and just let my thoughts wander, let my background noise of emotions and fears come to the fore. I had ignored the part of me that makes me me.
Good news – the brain is nothing if not changeable.
I realised I just needed some off time, whereas before I would have fallen into a spiral of self-doubt decreasing my confidence, ]ridiculing my hopes, despairing of my abilities, doubting myself further.
Not everything is a sign of going wrong.
Maybe this mental line drawing could even be seen as a good thing – like the ache in your muscles after a good day’s hard work. It’s my body’s way of saying “Well done, you’ve done a lot, I need to rest now”. But since the brain doesn’t ache I guess in the past I’ve found it harder to tell and have confused by brain needing a rest with my brain slipping away from me again.
So it’s been a while since I thought about my brain, which is strange, because that’s all there is to me.