I suppose I’m supposed to say that as a therapist, I’ve thrived during Corona. I’ve put all of my own advice into practice. Exercised every day, meditated, took time for myself, focused on maintaining routine and found solace in my ‘self’…
But, fuck. that. shit.
I’m human and I have found this hard. I haven’t been able to exercise in the way I had intended to, I think I meditated once and was so annoyed with it that I have done zero formal meditation. I’ve been riding manic-level highs and absolutely floored by feelings of depression, isolation and boredom. My symptoms of Psoriasis have been all over the place and sleep has been, well, let’s just say it’s been on and off. Oh and i don’t fit my jeans anymore.
And yet, I can’t help feeling as though I HAVE thrived. I’ve shown myself that I can come...