Oh she’s unapolagetic again is she? She is. But this time, it’s about mental health. As I mentioned last week, I’ve been going through it. And I’m not quite sure how to come out of it. So I’ve started being honest.
I think I talk a lot about it, but I don’t always follow through. Lately, I have been openly following through like never before.
Say something that is not cool? I’ll say so. Asking for my time and I don’t have it? I’m saying no.
I grew up (like a lot of women) wanting to people please and keep the peace. But I’m dealing with my own special mess of stress & anxiety and I don’t have time for your shit too.
And it’s amazing. I am too exhausted to worry about making someone else uncomfortable who is asking too much of me.
Disregarding my anxiety? I’m going to tell you about it. And I’m going to demand the respect I deserve.
Instead of feeling bad for prioritizing me, I am owning the hell out of it.
I don’t have enough time nor energy right now to devote to anyone but me, and that matters. That’s just as important as giving others my time and energy.
Maybe it’s because I’ve gotten older, maybe its the pandemic, but I have finally realized I can’t do it all. And I shouldn’t have to.
What do you need right now? Do that. Be that. Embrace that. The people who know and love you will support you. Anyone else? Fuck em. Ain’t nobody got time for that.