Thursday 16 May 2013

It's all about the little steps...


“There's that horrible-beautiful moment, that bitter-sweet impasse where you know that somebody is bullshitting you but they're doing it with such panache and conviction...no, it's because they say exactly what you want to hear, at that point in time.”
― Irvine Welsh.

But what if the person lying to you is yourself and what if what you’re “hearing” is not what you want to hear but what you’ve conditioned yourself to expect?

I started this year with such great expectations, a revelatory point where I was going to set my world to rights... here we are five months on and where am I? Pretty much back where I started.
I handled the first few weeks, hell the first month with aplomb, I lost a large a nice amount of weight and was feeling better about life in general, the out of nowhere the apathy set in and I did “what I always do” and backslid.

And this is the bind; I have a pre-conception of what I am and am not capable of. If I do well it is a “fluke” if I do badly it’s only to be expected.

When discussing my successes at the time I had someone whose known me for some time state, “it’s not sustainable, I know what you’re like.” They were right... but were they right because I am predestined to fail at self betterment or because I am inclined to believe my own bad press?

I am struggling not to hate myself yet at the same time struggling to find things about me that are particularly worth of loathing...

How do you fight that? How do you convince yourself that your worth the effort? This isn’t a cry for help or a plea for assurance; it’s simply a question that I am struggling to answer.

Why am I writing this now? This week is mental health awareness week http://www.mentalhealth.org.uk/our-work/mentalhealthawarenessweek

And whilst in the (probably not) immortal words of MCR “I’m not okay (I promise)” I know there are a lot of people out there who are suffering far worse than I am. I have a roof over my head, a job and friends who I know I can rely on if I really need them.

Yet I cannot stress enough the help that I got from the NHS when I needed it, rather than the pills or the patronisation that I was expecting, I was given a chance to discuss and gain a greater understand the issues that I am struggling with.

I know what I can do to improve my life; I have proof that if I honestly put my block head into it I can achieve these things. Yes I am stumbling at applying this to my life but no one promised it would be easy.

I need to stop setting myself ultimatums (oh the irony of that last statement!), take each day as it comes and learn to acknowledge what slow progress I make as what it is, progress.