I’ve been trying to work out how to post this, and I’ve drawn a blank.
Basically two weeks ago my brain shut itself down. The stresses of being a dad, husband, teacher, entertainer, chef, cleaner, gardener, litigator, illustrator, and all the other roles took their toll. I wasn’t me. I was like a confused forgetful robot powered by rage and tiredness. The slightest thing would trigger anger of epic proportions. Every morning I was greeted with a migraine that felt like a battleship made of bees trying to sail through my brain, and a chest tighter than a really really tight thing. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t interact. I couldn’t connect. I couldn’t create. I couldn’t. I couldn’t. I couldn’t.
I still can’t. Not every day. Some days I can. It’s getting better. Slowly. I’m learning to stop, to ask for help, to take time to be me. To get out of the situations. To say “I can’t”. It’s hard and it’s taking time.
So that’s why I’ve been absent. That’s why I’ve done very little. But good things are coming. I’ve got new opportunities from awesome people. And I’ve got an awesome support network around me; my wonderful friends and family and my work have been amazing.
If you’re feeling the same speak to someone. It’ll make the difference.