Positivity is hard in a world full of negativity, deception and destruction. Some people are just naturally positive people who see the positive in everything, take everyday with happiness and plough through every opportunity life throws at you. I think I was that type of person when I was a small child, maybe around the age of 3-5. Life was an adventure, exploring trees and taking the guinea pigs for walks in the grass. Life was flying over rivers on a lose rope, and then turning up at the house covered in water and mud. When I was 8 years old, anxiety introduced itself to me and from there the positivity seemed to drain away. With anxiety comes a type of paranoia – assuming people think negative of you, or that laugh across the lunch room between those 3 girls was because of you, etc. When your a child, the world to you is perfect and safe so at 8 years old to have mental illness thrown at you is such a trying thing. It makes you second think your opinion on the world and the people in it. Not only that, at 8 years old I never even knew mental illness existed so there was no explanation for the way I thought about the world or why I was so anxious 24/7.
Anyway, the point is, as you grow you tend to lose that spark that life gives you. Life sometimes stops becoming an adventure and in regards to mental illness life is just about waking up tomorrow. Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve come to realise things about myself and continue everyday with self-discovery. When you gain information about something, even in regards to yourself, you need to start to piece the jigsaw together so that you can find all the things that help you and work for you and what make you happy. My jigsaw isn’t complete but one day it will be, I’m sure.
On another note, I’m starting the day with a rare bit of positivity – after watching the snow and a 7lb weight loss, I feel a little more encouraged to move, move, move today and I’m going to take a mindful walk.