I know it’ll probably shock you to learn that I have a tendency to catastrophize the thoughts in my mind.
Turning 40 was no exception.
It loomed in my brain for months before it happened.
I mean 40 year olds are- like- grown ups who have their ish together.
Like debt-free adults with aesthetic homes and a few life altering vacations and spiritual awakenings under their belt not to mention a thriving retirement plan.
Suffice it to say that ain’t me.
There is probably a tendency to scroll on by posts like these. Like “eye roll” scroll because how many ways can we reinvent the “40 things I’ve learned in 40 years?” post.
Rest assured and exhale with a sigh of relief because I don’t have 40 revelations to share. I barely have 40 pennies for my thoughts.
But I do have one revelation to pass along which I hope doesn’t add to the news feed noise but rather helps quiet it.
My sister asked me how I was celebrating the big-four-oh and honestly, 40 is a big one but is it really an accomplishment?
I responded with “is turning 40 really an achievement? I mean all I had to do was let time pass and stay alive.”
That is when it hit me.
Staying alive IS an accomplishment.
And that’s all I want to tell you.
If you’re still here, I’m proud of you.
If you’ve quieted the voices that told you the world was better off without you and you’ve fought the demons that insisted that was true, I’m proud of you.
If you’re just starting the healing journey but not convinced you have what it takes to win the battles of your brain, I believe in you.
Breathing.
Living.
Surviving.
Staying alive.
It is a big deal.
And it deserves a big celebration.
Keep going; I promise you’ll be glad you did. #MentalHealth #DepressiveDisorders