Today we are skipping the regular schedule programming to take a fun trip right on down to my mental state as of late. I always said I’d be honest and authentic and I feel I should address the lack of consistency in my writing and posts.
I went over and over in my head how to address my thoughts, feelings and what I felt safe sharing with the masses. And it occurred to me that being transparent regardless of how hard that is would be more beneficial to not only me but maybe just maybe to somebody else as well. So here goes…
I have always suffered from seasonal depression, I’m always a little moody, withdrawn and quiet during the long winters in Alberta, but it wasn’t until I became sick and then diagnosed that I truly noticed the fickle weather changes wreaked havoc on me physically as well. I have felt in the last few months that I have been on this rollercoaster that I 1. Didn’t want to get on 2. Don’t like one bit and 3. Can’t seem to get off. It’s feels weird and a little funny to discuss this now after 2 years of isolation and uncertainty and maybe that’s in part to spending these last few years learning and paying more attention to myself as a person then I ever did before.

I’ve run through every emotion I can think of this last little while from inadequacy to imposter syndrome to self-destructive thoughts and back to gratefulness and reflection. A fight between wanting more but stuck in a pattern from years of learnt behavior. Your mind is so powerful and you need to be consciously aware of what you’re feeding it. Lately I have failed in this regard, I’ve withdrawn a lot and folded in on myself. I have no fucks to give and that’s not in the self motivating manner. Slowly, almost like a trickle I had allowed the fight in me to leave my body and totally succumbed to the pain, achiness, and words of my mother to invade my thoughts.
Now, this post isn’t for the sympathy or seeking validation so kindly bugger off if you plan to shame me for this. I’m writing this to acknowledge my pain, acknowledge my feelings, accept they are valid in how I feel at this moment, process them and cathartically release them through speaking about it and move on. I’m human and every feeling is valid even if it serves us no purpose. It needs to be acknowledged, validated and processed so it can be moved on from.

I’m struggling with wanting to chase the dreams I put off for so long, accepting that I can’t do things the way I used too and being the everything to everyone I have always been and don’t know how to stop. I don’t know how to accept help, I’m better at asking for it but I’m not good at accepting it. I struggle with voicing how I’m feeling on a day to day basis with my disease because I hate showing weakness. I’ve been pushing through, doing all the things, trying to be present and suffering for it because I can’t or I should say refuse to say today I just don’t have it in me. I smile and I’m happy and then I fall apart in silence and alone. It’s toxic and I’m hoping by speaking my truths and being so scarily open about this, it will help me to start making those changes I need to make and hopefully these bouts of depression will get easier to manage and less frequent.
My big dream with this blog was to share tips, tricks, travel, fun with a theme everyday of the week. It’s a wonderful idea, brilliant even but much bigger then I thought. My health is overwhelming most days and keeping up as you can see has been hard for me. Do I want to give up? Hell no, I love this and it’s been amazing having this outlet to express myself but something has to give so I can be consistent. This is what I have come up with, I will no longer be writing on Sundays and Mondays. These two days will be my prep days, relax days and recharge the battery days. I will keep my Tuesday through Saturday posts as I feel I can provide the content for these days with more ease and less stress.

I also need to acknowledge my depression and what I’m allowing to run rampant in my head. This starts with getting back on track with practicing gratitude. Taking stock of the things I have to be thankful for and slowly making changes to subconscious behaviors I’ve learnt that don’t serve me. On the nice days, get outside see the sun and go to the places my heart and soul feel most at peace. I am not selfish for needing this and I don’t need to feel guilt over it. Read that again and repeat as often as needed. My children and family are my whole world and that isn’t healthy. I’m losing who I am as a person for an outdated idea of what my role should be.

I’m a work in progress but I’m told the first step is admitting it right? I hope reading this helps those of you going through a hard time, you are not alone. Writing these words, admitting my struggles out loud feels freeing in ways I wasn’t prepared for. If you understand even a small measure of what I’m saying, give voice to it. Acknowledge it, validate it, process it and take that first step forward. I’m proud of you, I don’t know you but I’m proud of you nonetheless.
Love, (feeling a little lighter) Magnolia xx











































