So I deactivated Facebook before I went on holiday as an experiment. (the deactivation was the experiment, not the holiday)
It turns out that you do not need to know what your old 1980’s school pals are having for their lunch or what they did at the weekend. You haven’t known for over 30 years and you survived and thrived perfectly well.
I have found it strangely liberating and a giant stride towards mental health equilibrium.
Speaking of… not sure E4 E-sting of a couple of cartoon heifers dancing about in front of a sign-post about ‘Mad Cows’ was deliberate or an awkward coincidence during Mental Health Awareness Week (and just before a message about mental health).
I am still signed off sick from work from
being nutty as fruitcake ‘anxiety issues’ and for the first time in my life, since that one year in the 90’s when combat trousers and tight tops were all the rage courtesy of ‘All Saints’, I appear to actually be on trend.
It’s ok these days to be a bit barking apparently. Even the Royal Family say it’s alright.
Have begun to feel considerably less anxious and dippy about everything than I was before, but then I am at home most of the time so I have no cause to be anxious. (I do also have a prescription which I avoided for a very long time, that’s probably helping more than I’d like to admit). I tell you what though. Do not ever read the contra-indications on your meds. YOU WILL DIE! it doesn’t say that really. BUT YOU MIGHT DIE! it pretty much did say that. I forget whether it was as a result of taking the tablets at all or if you stopped taking them without telling your GP – either way, I decided to ignore that and just threw them in the bin (the contra-indication notes, not the pills).
So what else have I learned while I have been at home with my thumb up my arse?
* My husband is nicer than I thought
* Daytime TV is mostly shit
* I have watched about 8600 hrs of various Most Haunted type shows
* Most of them are exactly the same but I watch them anyway
* Several of my friends actually don’t really give a shit that I’m off & why
* I am ok with that
* It’s ok to be ok with sometimes not being ok
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