Happy New Year. Except it’s not really. Not for many of us. This is a guest submission from Diane Hartshorn, an oldy but goldy friend that I sadly haven’t seen in person for more years than is actually conscionable, considering we used to be as thick as thieves. Now that we are living a relatively short distance apart, we are going to do something about that…
Remember that even if you don’t directly identify, the struggle is real for many around you that are suffering in silence and putting a brave face on it. This is Diane’s war, and if you don’t like it, then “you’re one a’ THEM!“, so fuck you!
Anyway, Diane has also selected a song to accompany this article, so make sure you read through and have a blast of the video at the bottom.
Anxiety and depression.
It’s having your bath water too warm.
It’s endless lists and calculations.
It’s thinking about thinking.
It’s throwing up at the thought of social situations.
It’s a monster on your back that makes your body hurt.
It’s never feeling good enough.
It’s wanting to be alone.
It’s looking at the mess around you and wandering why you shove so many things you don’t need into already over flowing cupboards.
It’s questioning innocent things and coming to your own worst conclusion.
It’s looking in the mirror and asking yourself ‘what the fuck is that looking back at me?’
It’s wanting to, but can’t right now do something about what’s looking back at you.
It’s fake smiles.
It’s pretending to be interested.
It’s picking at your scalp.
It’s picking at your skin and nails until they bleed.
It’s wondering why the fuck have I become this person.
It’s why you can’t get out of bed.
It’s why your head hurts.
It’s why your body hurts.
It’s why you hurt others and think you disappoint others.
It’s when someone says ‘have a bath’, ‘get some clean clothes on’, ‘if you go out you will feel better’.
It’s about none of those things working.
It’s about not wanting to shave body parts.
It’s about not wanting to bathe.
It’s about sweating and enjoying your own smell.
It’s about having those days when everyone can fuck off.
It’s about knowing you won’t hurt yourself because you have a cat that needs you.
It’s about not hurting yourself because your father is ill and your mother can’t cope on her own.
It’s about you doing everything for everyone and no one doing it for you.
It’s about obligations you can’t get out of.
It’s about you.
It’s about how your feelings are valid.
It’s about partners saying they ‘can’t understand you and don’t want to’.
It’s about headaches from crying.
It’s about being sick in a sink.
It’s about having a red and blotchy face and trying to cover it with rudimentary make up.
It’s about lying. All. The. Damn. Time.
It’s about having a job.
It’s about paying bills.
It’s about being expected to adult when you regress into a child.
It’s about you.
It’s about me.
It’s about us.
It’s about being kind.
It’s about not putting pressure on anyone.
It’s about acknowledging that metal health is a thing.
It’s about acceptance and no judgement.
It’s about…. we got this….
Feels right now.