It’s one of those days.
It’s one of those days, when you’ve pressed the snooze button on your alarm for what might be the twentieth time. When no amount of cajoling, self-reprimanding and mentally yelling at yourself can get you to muster the energy to put one foot out of bed. It’s one of those days, when the only safe place is the warm cocoon of your doona; where you can curl up in the dark and quiet, and there is nothing to disturb you but the steady thumping of your heartbeat and the soft whooshing of your blood coursing through your veins. When it feels like there is lead in your bones, and in your chest, holding you down, and it is exhausting just to think, just to breathe.
(It is okay to call in and tell them you are taking a day off today. This is not a defeat. This does not mean you are giving in. In an age when it is burn bright and burn fast, what you must remember is that first, you have to last. When the ideal is to strive for machine-like efficiency, you must concede that you are only human. You need this. You need to recover for the many battles yet ahead. Tomorrow can wait, will wait.)
It’s one of those days, when there is a lump in your throat that won’t go away and a loop somewhere in your head that seems stuck on replay. When you turn up the volume on your headphones to the loudest they can go. When you take the train absentmindedly past your stop and get off and walk the rest of the way back home. When you distract yourself by scrolling mindlessly through social media and stay up late in the morning binge-watching Netflix until four.
(Self-medication is a band-aid solution and numbing or swallowing your emotions does not make them go away. They tend to lie in wait, lurking in the corners of your mind, until they ambush you when you least expect it. When it’s time, let them in. If the tears come, let them fall. You have been carrying these things that are so very heavy for so very long now. It’s okay to put them down for a while.)
It’s one of those days, when you stare into the mirror and practice a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. When you notice every dark circle, every little blemish, everything that feels too large or too small or too asymmetrical and oddly placed. It’s one of those days, when you lie awake at night and suddenly remember every fumble and folly, when you agonise over every word you wish you could take back, every mistake that you have ever made. When you dissect yourself apart, until you can’t tell outside from inside. When you wish you could just resect those silent malignancies of the soul, those parts of yourself that fill you with shame, or loathing, or anger and disgust.
(If only you could remember to try to see yourself the way those around you see you, or moreover, you would treat yourself the way you treat those around you. Nurture; be patient with and forgiving of yourself the way you are for others. Of course, you are flawed, as are we all. But what is most important is that you are always learning. Your weaknesses and failures make you who you are, and it is in them that you will discover your strength. They are what make you good, truly good.)
It’s one of those days, when you feel a yearning to return home, even though you are home. When you feel utterly alone in a crowded room. When you cannot fight the feeling that others, even those closest to you, do not see you, do not see through you. When you feel the expanse of an ocean between your heart and theirs. It is one of those days, that a small voice whispers in your head that you are insignificant, replaceable, unworthy.
(Despite what you may sometimes think, you are not alone. There are so many who have felt the way you do. There are so many who have loved you, who love you, who will love you. There are so many who you have not even met yet, who will need you here. There are so many connections, whether fleeting or long-lasting, brimming with meaning and potential, waiting to be made. And sometimes it is up to you too to make the first tentative step. There is so much more to gain than there is to lose. You have given so much, and you have so much yet to give. You matter.)
It’s one of those days.
(And these days too, shall pass.)