I am by no means the most positive person in any room. I’ve always considered myself more of a realist, but perhaps all things considered I would be more accurately described as something of a catastrophist. Whatever you want to call it, you know that something is severely wrong when of all of the most positive people I know, I seem to be the most positive out of everyone.
The sad truth is, the last month and a half (going on eternity) has been excruciatingly bad for everyone, and it feels as though all of my most hopeful friends have lost that as of late. I know that I’ve said that self care is so important in these times, but when we’re too tired to care for ourselves sometimes it is essential to have someone else who can help care for us. Because sometimes the best care you can give yourself, is asking for someone else to help you. I learned that this week after a particularly hard breakdown I had myself on Monday, where my boyfriend was there to pick me up when I knew I wasn’t going to be able to pick myself up. I’ve been so used to caring for everyone else for so long, that when I needed to be cared for it was the most difficult thing I could ever think to ask for. Luckily, I really didn’t have to.
Now that I am back on track though, it means that in the absence of the positivity my friends and loved ones so desperately need, I will have to be positive enough for everyone. Or at least try to be.