One of the dilemmas that those of us who've overcome anything are inevitably faced with is relapse.
After this recent transition to my new apartment and the super human effort to move my furniture, I hit a wall. I expected to be physically drained but I wasn't prepared for the claustrophobic blanket of depression that engulfed me for almost two weeks.
Luckily I'd been through it three times before so I kept reminding myself that it wasn't normal, that it was an indicator only (that I was exhausted) and not a precursor (to getting depression again) and that it was my minds way of telling me I needed to chill the F.O!
Which I did.
Much like a physically driven person who sprains something when their body needs rest, I just rested up, ate well and didn't put any pressure on myself until I could feel it lifting.
Here's the thing though...do you tell people? You're supposed to be The Mighty Transformed. How's it going to sound and be interpreted if you admit to relapse or even just weakness?
What's always worked for me is honesty. I told my nearests and dearests and of course they were worried, but then they got to be part of the happy relief when I came out the other side, rewarding all of our faith in my ability to heal.
Even though I haven't thought of myself as a #depressionsufferer for around 10 years, I know I have a propensity towards it in extreme cases of stress and because of this, I deeply respect and appreciate it because if it comes over me, I know it's drawing attention to something important to do with my mental wellbeing and I will always, always take notice... #overcomingdepression
Pimp My Attitude
This is where I think out loud as I transform my appearance, thought processes and most of all, attitude - no matter how unpretty.