Last week was crazy busy. Seems like I had something on my calendar for about 12 days straight. Until yesterday.
I crashed yesterday. I didn’t sleep well and did actually have some stomach issues yesterday morning, so I contacted my boss and told him I hoped to be in after lunch. I never made it. By early afternoon I was feeling better, but spent most of the day in bed or watching TV.
This morning while trying to get myself to get up I finally pieced all of this together. I’ve known for a long time that I have to have time to myself and I have to have my rest. Not for physical reasons like so many people with inflammatory problems, but because of my chronic depression. It’s just as important as Marty getting his rest.
I’ve dealt with this monster in my head for long enough I know better than to get so overbooked. I just forget sometimes that if I don’t rest occasionally I crash. Like yesterday. Maybe I need to schedule a mental day once in a while just to avoid burn out.
Now I’m thinking these same words could be said about an autoimmune illness. Like so many spoonies* I too need to rest and recharge. Just not quite for the same reasons.
Remember not to burn tomorrow’s spoons for something trivial today.