It has been quite some time since I posted, skipping a self-love Sunday January post.
Was it because I was so busy that I did not have the time?
You can probably guess it was because I could not find the words within me to say something positive to myself. 2022 has not started out the best. Most Januaries fall like that, but this one hit me a little harder.
That’s the thing about depression. The voices in our heads constantly tell us lies. Hound us with misinformation about not only how we view ourselves but how we perceive others view us.
Usually I have a good handle on telling them where to go and how to get there. Or distracting myself in an attempt to ignore them. Figuratively sticking my fingers in my ears and shout “Ia-la-la”. But they are finding a way to creep in around the edges.
February has gone much the same way, but I did not want the month to pass without trying.
The words to myself are few and may not seem like much of a self-love note. But I write them out of love.
Please hold on.
Wishing you all the very best. May your March be filled with pleasant surprises and lots of love.