This is raw for me to post.
The reality of chronic mental and physical illness. The left is me on a day that I have more energy and the right is now.
Today I've been fatigued, not just tired but fatigued to my core. My limbs have been heavy, my mind has been clouded. Washing my face this morning seemed like a marathon.
Being chronically ill is hard enough but add mental illness and being a mother to a small child and you've got yourself a constant nearly impossible battle, a battle some days that is just too much for me.
I've battled through today with all my might and because of the little energy I had to spare it's all gone on keeping Eli content, warm, fed and clean. There's literally nothing left for anything else so the house is a mess, the pots are unwashed, I'm unwashed and smelly.
There's not always the chance to practise self care in the form of a nice bath, a nap etc and today my self care was allowing myself to feel pride over my little boys smiles and laughs. Despite being awfully poorly he's looked at me with nothing but pure love- my self care today is allowing that into my heart to carry me through until a brighter day comes.💛
It's okay not to be okay. It's okay, I promise.
You don't always 'got this' and that's okay.
We are valid, loved and powerful beyond measure 💛