This past week I've had several 'bad day' and I must say that this weekend has been no exception. I'm have less of a bad day today, but that doesn't stop it from being a difficult day. I kind of wanted to do this post for my own personal reference when I'm having bad days and I'm in Canterbury and probably feeling rather homesick.


Yesterday all I did was read and binge watch TV shows and YouTube videos and stay in PJs all day, which I must say worked because I was able to dress and actually leave the house, but I can't help but feel a slight sense of guilt for having spent the day doing all the things I did when I was first diagnosed. It's nice to think that the recovery process is a straight forward line and it's easy to suddenly wake up one day full of life and happiness and just go about doing whatever I wanted to because I wasn't worried or anxious about anything. But it's not. It's actually kind of very difficult, because everyday you you go out, you have to push yourself to leave the comfort and 'safety' of your surroundings. I just think that I, and anyone else who is going through recovery, needs to remember that it's a slow process and having a bad day doesn't matter. Instead of thinking about the bad days, I need to think about the good days and all the times I've been able to do things that a few years ago would have been simply impossible.

I'm going to leave it here for now and try to forget the 'bad days'. Recovery is difficult, and not every day is plain sailing but I'm hoping that it will all be worth it.


Em x

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