Last weekend my parents came up to visit for monkeys birthday.
We had a lovely day on the Saturday visiting a local adventure park; and we were all in bed early that night.
There was one thing I couldn’t stop thinking about when my parents left; my emotional scales were tipped in the wrong direction.
It’s not been the easiest few months for me; I’ve suffered from tonsillitis every month for the past 5 months, and it’s been really draining. I’ve even just got it again overnight, so that makes it 6 times.
One thing we have managed to pinpoint it to is stress and anxiety.
Unfortunately this means I have to fix the problem in order for the tonsillitis to stop – if I get it another time this year, I can also get them taken out.
When I sit and think, this would be the easiest option; but I know that my scales still need balancing regardless.
Going to the doctor to say I don’t feel emotionally well is difficult. Personally I feel like I’m wasting peoples time.
I am also against being put on pills in order to ‘think clearly.’
Being able to make my decisions based on the feelings I am experiencing is definitely the way I want to handle my emotional scales.
I don’t want to be on medication – that’s the easiest option. I have never taken the easiest option in my life.
So at the moment, my scales are tipped in the wrong direction. I need to make them balance somehow.
Self care is so important. It makes everyone more productive and happy.
I disappear to the gym for my me time, and I enjoy eating healthy and looking after myself. This can sometimes result in me coming across inflexible in certain social situations, and I have also cancelled plans before.
That’s just another example of why my scales are tipped in the wrong direction – it’s an excuse that stems from having social anxiety, and using food as a way out.
But, now I am fully aware of this, I will do something about it.
One thing is for sure, I have the traditional trait of a redhead – being stubborn and determined!
The last few months have been a real eye opener for me, being so poorly.
I’ve got a 4 year old to think about, who starts school in 2 days; if I can’t look after myself, I can’t look after him, and that’s not a position Il put either of us in.
Busy Working Mummy XOXO