Today the lovely people at the Blurt Foundation posted this on their instagram:
It’s so true. I hate having to spend so much time and effort just to remain well.
Others sail through the week without so much as a thought to the fact that they are well – it is taken for granted.
Don’t get me wrong, I am so very grateful to be well. I notice it all the time and thank God for it.
But all the same. All that time and energy spent maintaining wellness. Imagine what I could do if being well was effortless and I could use all that energy for something else. Imagine the projects that could be started, the goals achieved…
So yes, this little cartoon does indeed, say it all.
Last week I had some rather amazing post.
Admittedly I had ordered this Blurt buddy box for myself, but I had forgotten and it came at just the right moment:
There are all sorts of reasons moving house is stressful, and I find it to say the least, difficult. It tests my wellness to the limit.
So the buddy box is a delight. There are lots of really lovely things in it. Not just coloured pencils, but nice coloured pencils. And the same goes for all the items. I am especially enjoying the sleep balm. I’m not sure it is making any difference to my sleep, but it smells lovely and is very comforting.
Buddy boxes, while worth the money, given the contents, are not cheap and I couldn’t see any of my family buying a subscription for me, even if they really wanted to, they just don’t have the cash.
I wonder if there might be any way of subsidising the cost, perhaps companies might like to get in board and donate nice things.
Any way, I think it’s is a stroke of genius in the part if Blurt and I hope they are able to continue with them.
I think I might ask my family to buy me a line off one as a birthday present.
Dark clouds are rolling in,
This thick stench of fog,
It blots out the light
And sucks out all hope.
I try to light a lamp,
But with each passing day
The task proves more difficult.
Whispering tendrils curl around my mind
And take the joy of truth, a life well beloved.
The black dog returns.
Years ago, before I went to university, I climbed Ben Nevis with some friends.
If you ever have, you will know that you get to a number of “summits”, ridges that could for all intent and purpose, be the top.
But when you get to it, you realise there is much further to go.
In the same way, being well is a journey, and not one for the Hare, rushing to what looks like the finish line, only to find it isn’t and then having a set back because there are no resources for the next climb.
Wellness is a Tortoise game.
We climb, knowing that there will be fresh challenges ahead, taking our time, using what we have learnt, and enjoying the view as we go.
I am not a doctor or a mental health professional, but this is what I have learnt:
After six months we are finally moving on Thursday.
It means posts might be a bit erratic until the new year, but what I did want to share with you for four days… is the park.
It has been a strange two or three years, full of both excitement and the pain of depression followed by the long road out of it.
I have gone from dust and ashes to genuine joy at the world around me, and the park has played a significant part.
Walking there most days has allowed me a moment in the present away from the struggle of coming up for air and dealing with the causes of my illness.
Here I have found space to talk and walk with Jesus, and enjoy the beauty of his creation.
I am so grateful for it all.
I will miss this park very much, but we are moving next door to a new one! But for now, the first installment of four:
Good morning dear lovely followers 🙂 This blog post by Katherine Welby is very much worth a read: