Well, A.K.A the journal of a 43 year old worn down and knackered woman who is ready to reclaim her health and mental wellness.
I’ve decided I am bloody done with feeling like a bag of shite. Like, that’s enough now. No more.
One thing about being the mental health writer who lost her own mental health is that I like to write about feelings, and experiences, and managing mental health. It’s what makes us human, after all.
But, after I wrote the first six posts of my burnout blog, I had to lie die in a dark room with a packet of Malteasers and a strong G&T.
It wasn’t pretty. A lot of snot-ridden tissues were involved. I was not only exhausted from raking through the past 7 months of burnout life but I was gobsmacked to feel, well, burnt out from my burnout.
I know! What the fuck?
That’s why I’m now sharing my journal entries with you, as a form of possible inspiration, reassurance and solidarity to all the other women out there who may also be buried under sackfuls of demands, to-do lists, overwhelm, complex family lives, along with the other stuff thrown our way, because we’re women.
I’m on a mission to start to put some positive habits in place. To prioritize my health and wellness. And to ditch the things that don’t serve me well.
The good, the bad and the ugly will be here. Along with a few laughs.
