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Numb Little Bug

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Good morning!

Yes, I am perfectly (well, practically) aware that “good morning” is an oxymoron for most of us. As per this article from mattresscarity.com only 48.7% of women and 39.7% described themselves as morning people. Well, look at me, using statistics again. Evidently I am learning to like them (why isn’t there a sarcasm font?).

But I digress. It’s Mental Health Monday, which means I should be providing tips and tricks for maintaining some sort of sanity. Unfortunately the block is winning, and I am struggling to find the right words.

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I have no doubt the issue is that I am trying to find the perfect words. Ugh – perfectionism is the worst. I still blame Mary Poppins.

Whatever. On this Mental Health Monday I find myself wondering – is anyone else obsessed with Em Beihold’s Numb Little Bug? Maybe it’s me, but the lyrics resonate:

I don’t feel a single thing
Have the pills done too much
Haven’t caught up with my friends in weeks
And now we’re outta touch
I’ve been driving in L.A.
And the world it feels too big
Like a floating ball that’s bound to break
Snap my psyche like a twig

And I just wanna see if you feel the same as me

Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you’re not really happy but you don’t wanna die
Like you’re hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
‘Cause you gotta survive
Like your body’s in the room but you’re not really there
Like you have empathy inside but you don’t really care
Like you’re fresh outta love but it’s been in the air
Am I past repair

A little bit tired of tryin’ to care when I don’t
A little bit tired of quick repairs to cope
A little bit tired of sinkin’
There’s water in my boat
I’m barely breathin’
Tryna stay afloat
So I got these quick repairs to cope
Guess I’m just broken and broke

The prescriptions on its way
With a name I can’t pronounce
And the dose I gotta take
Boy, I wish that I could count

‘Cause I just wanna see if this could make me happy

Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you’re not really happy but you don’t wanna die
Like you’re hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
‘Cause you gotta survive
Like your body’s in the room but you’re not really there
Like you have empathy inside but you don’t really care
Like you’re fresh outta love but it’s been in the air
Am I past repair

A little bit tired of tryin’ to care when I don’t
A little bit tired of quick repairs to cope
A little bit tired of sinking
There’s water in my boat
I’m barely breathin’
Tryna stay afloat
So I got these quick repairs to cope

Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you’re not really happy but you don’t wanna die
Like a numb little bug that’s gotta survive
That’s gotta survive

Songwriters: Andrew DeCaro / Emily Beihold / Nick Lopez

Numb Little Bug lyrics © Songtrust Ave

If you or someone you know is struggling, please reach out for help. Call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 800-273-8255 or text “home” to 741741. Talk to a professional, talk to a friend, turn off the news and watch a cute puppy or kitten video. Do whatever it takes, because Em got that last lyric right – you gotta survive. 

And now I have Gloria Gaynor running through my head

So tell me – how do you fight the black dog?

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Mistakes, I’ve Made a Few

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Here we are again – just another manic Monday. Wish it was Sunday.

No I don’t. Sunday sucked, and not just because it was Monday eve.

That’s a lie. Sunday was ok – I tried a new dish. I’m not much of a cook, but the roasted cauliflower in this video looked delish. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t as gorgeous as the one in the video, and it was a little overcooked. The EIC told me that I’d failed.

My normal response to the bully in my head is to roll over and allow him to lead me down the rabbit hole of mistakes. Being a “woman of a certain age” I have many, many years of stumbles and missteps, so it’s a long way to the bottom (I was going to say that my hole is deep, but that sounded wrong, even to someone with a twisted sense of humor).

I think he was surprised when I agreed. Yep, I failed – but that doesn’t bother me any more. That’s because I know what fail means. I’ve said it before, but the definition bears repeating:

First

Attempt

In

Learning

On this Mental Health Monday, I wanted to remind you that we’re only human – you are human, aren’t you? If not, congrats on learning to read! I know it sounds silly, but in a world where dogs and cats are learning to use sound buttons to communicate, anything is possible. Next thing you know this cat will be taking the newspaper into the bathroom.

 

Sorry, ADHD squirrels at it again.

Where was I? Oh yes – being human. 

We’re only human, which means we’re not perfect (as a recovering perfectionist, this was a hard lesson to learn). We make mistakes, and that’s ok. 

That’s a lie.

It’s more than ok. Making mistakes is what makes us human.

Have a great week, and don’t forget to be kind to everyone, including yourself!

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image courtesy of tiny buddha

So tell me – what have you learned from your mistakes?