I still hear the knock of the “superwoman” complex trying to call the shots when I have a hard time shutting my computer at the actual end of the work day, switching into a different mode at home, resting, doing nothing, speaking up about what I want (or don’t). It is an almost palpable effort to go against that current.
Moving countries, homes, is one of the biggest human stressors. Starting a new job, another one. Raising a teenager, an added bonus to all of this. And still the part that I look to with the most anxiety is myself.
Today is my first day of sobriety. I am Catalina and I am a what-if-aholic. Day 1 of recovery. What IS. Not what IF.
The dip, just like a circle in the water, starts getting larger and larger until it engulfs my entire being. And, snap! Just like that, I am in a different dimension: on the outside of my life looking in.
When I was told for the first time that this is a marathon and not a sprint, I was happy. I thought it meant this is an effort you can pace for yourself where you can grab water in the in-betweens, breathe, actually sometimes even enjoy the scenery or the run. The reality is … this is a marathon of sprints.
Next week is mental health week. It makes me smile to realize that I am turning 43 years old, at the beginning of mental health
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